Eyesight

I soar.
I see.
I saw
eyesore.
Sore eyes.
Sorry eyes.

The Distance

The battle.
But
not the war.
The
victor yet unseen.

Tireless Love

I want the kind of love that can only be born from two people having journeyed tirelessly and endured so much exhaustion to reach one another, that their first and final sighting of each other ignites a fire so powerful it heats them for eternity, and fills a well so deep they never thirst again for as long as they live.