Poem #701

the ground glitters
with millions of ice crystals
wherever the light shines
my fingers are numb
only on my right hand
because it holds the light
the rocks are warm
in comparison to everything
no glitter on the rock moss

Poem #695

it could be so lovely
to slumber near her
it could be so lovely
to know what I want
it could be so lovely
to bicker without worry
it could be so lovely
to know where I will be
I never realized
it could be so lovely