hello there

It’s always nice to hear your voice

Catch up like we’ve known each other forever

Only having been close enough to touch

In midsummer night’s dream

Tempting fate and taunting providence

A Rhodes Scholar on a mission from mars

What impossible journey is this?

The study of passion

Still stretching my wings


I stare up in wonder at the footprints on the ceiling

Asking myself how they got there

As if the view could be more peaceful from

That perspective.

I cannot separate fantasy from reality

Not today anyway perhaps

Tomorrow after three it will be accepted

Everywhere you want to be


The two concepts are intertwined so fervently

That I forget how deep the roots go

Digging deeper under the surface

Dirt under my fingernails

Just blood, sweat, and tears

underneath a moonless morning.