Fainting Goat

Far to the east

The waterfall flows
 

A wellspring of life

As everyone knows
 

Beneath the cliffs

It washes away strife
 

Bringing to hearts

A joyous light

Part One: “Of the People”

Let a symphony of voices form a cacophony so loud

God themselves won’t be able to ignore our 

grief, our

sorrow; the shattered fragments of our hearts

Nighttime hits like a truck. Sleep is far from your grasp, and the skin under your eyes wilt.

Her name was Violet, 

but she always wore yellow. 

I spied her from across the room as I hesitated in the sun-framed doorway, and she was beautiful. 

We are all born containing a roll of wool

Soundlessly, mine intertwined with yours

My other half

Merged and fused 

Not on a leash nor a chain 

A delicate soft lace 

"Somewhere beyond the ideas of wrongdoings and rightdoings, there is a field. I will meet you there." -Rumi

somewhere sometime someplace