Half Empty Glass

His memories triggered, In momentary sequence, Through reflections Within a half empty glass. Her presence acknowledged By the scent of perfume; Gaze now drawn towards Her body’s silhouette. Her beauty steals His precious breath. Dimly lit space Echoes rhythm and pitch. Shadows part with Each step she takes; Doubt of her purpose Erased by hypnotic sways. Her arms flowing motion Direct the path of vapors … Continue reading Half Empty Glass


I stand before the early morning light, squinting, to see the hope promised on the horizon. Shadows from the pillars of salt behind me; a multitude of errors seeking my attention.  All the fallen stars buried beneath the empty wishes; their tombs unmarked and broken from the heft of promises.  The black rose I carried tightly within my palm has died from suffocation.  I’m afraid … Continue reading Contemplation