Flowers On the Wall

(from The Book Must Burn)

Beautiful and silent,
like flowers on the wall
capturing the sun,
and glow of summer,
and joy
of that moment
when picked,
now withered away
to be passed without a glance,
until discarded
as a memory.

Reflections In the Sand

(from The Book Must Burn)

Shattered,
like a mirror,
reflecting the pieces
of who we've been,
who we are,
and who we will be;
I counted the fragments
before they reverted
to the sands of time,
carried away
by the winds of change,
and washed back up
on the cosmic shore
with all the grains
to ever be.

Worlds Of Time

(from The Book Must Burn)

Time is but a moment,
fleeting,
and undecided,
until it's there,
then gone.

We phase through.

With many souls
and many masks
for many lessons
from many tasks.

Every glitch
and anomaly
these worlds create
weave new fabric
from strands of fate.

We phase through,
and never notice
the change
until it's made.

For time is but a moment,
fleeting,
and undecided,
until it's there,
then gone.

We phase through,
and our worlds are never the same.

Wishing Star

(from The Book Must Burn)

The star shot across the sky
as the world watched,
each to their own corners,
wishing for new hopes and dreams
with new faith and inspiration
that the planets shall align,
moved by will,
as if the star could be a messenger
between Heaven and Earth,
illuminating sky,
and the heart,
of every eye
that beholds it.