Category: Poetry

Green earth stretches under the eye
a great expanse reaching
to the gray waters of a distant
horizon where the sun explodes
down beyond the water,
streaking the sky with lines of fire.
              Our reward for having climbed.
And though the moment is gone in an instant
the memory of the climb will live on.

Eastern sky burns hot
new beginnings lie beneath
        cherish second chances

I am afraid
to tell these stories -
though they claw at my mind,
desperate to get out -
I do not fear judgement
or the content - the words -
I fear the justice of my mind,
that I won't do right
by the characters 
I see so clearly -
though I wrong them
by not trying at all.
Courage will come.
It has to,
before time runs out.