I have found
In all irony
How much I love to be
By myself
Reveling in self-reflection
And the presence of God
As each fills the empty space
In a way
That is warm
And somewhat sad nonetheless


After the Storm

After the Storm

Dreams descend to the clouds below, at least as far as dreams will go

The clouds spill over with heavy sleep, pouring lucid, swaying deep.

Green by storm, and light by the coming day.