My Side of the Fence


My Side of the Fence


How green is the grass I wonder

on this side of the fence.

Tell me how do you see my pretense

to color the grass with a green

that won’t fade on the eyes,

spider webs same as lies

cloaks my truth of how green

is the grass on this side of the fence-


July 15, 2020

“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”

― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

In the Spaces Between


In the Spaces Between

If you want to know where love hides

where dreams are life and life are dreams

look carefully in the spaces between,

hardly notice ‘tween seconds our lives

leave us longing in search for much more.


Between thoughts we speak truth

and we hide in the seams of our youth

our need to take fly and to soar

in between the blue skies

and the dirt quietly swept on the floor.


So look careful in the shift of our eyes

for a space between shadows and light

you will find the answers that hide,

but only asleep in the night we have seen

what we seek in the spaces between-


July 13, 2020

“Between the lines thoughts were felt. In a way words could never read.”

― Maira Cheeda

How I am Inside


How I am Inside


If I looked like I am in my mind

you would carefully find

the fierce colors of sunset

as reflects on the waves.

And my skin like in summer

would resemble the rays

 of a bright morning sun.

If I looked like I am in my soul

you would think all the fun

in the laughter of children

lingers under my tongue.

And the shade of my eyes

would be blue like the skies

if I looked like I am

in my soul and my mind.


June 30, 2020

“Inside each of us are memories, fantasies and desires for home – a shelter waiting to be built, a place of peace to be revisited.”
― Louisa Thomsen Brits

Restless Soul


Restless Soul


Oh my spirit and mind

would you follow my skin

and in turn follow time?

Be the calm after storms

and the coolness of night,

with a soft placid swing

dance along by the light.

Let the restlessness go

my dear spirit and mind

for I yearn to be in tune

with the passing of time.


May 18, 2020

“Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him from the river, from the twinkling stars at night, from the sun’s melting rays. Dreams and a restlessness of the soul came to him.”

― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

How I’m Lost


How I’m Lost


If I could see myself lost,

In the rush of a cascading life

how I grieve

what no longer withstand.

We lose things and we are dammed

to repeat our faults

when we are lost,

in the rush of a cascading life-


June 9, 2020

“What’s the point of wandering?

to find a better place?

a home?

But the loneliness will always capture me

in its claws

of no tomorrow”

― Asper Blurry, Train to the Edge of the Moon

My Dark


My Dark


I’ve never been enough

half-done like dreams

left out to fade,

how cold the night

under the shade

 of my own demise.

Will death become?

How warm the light

but yet so far,

my dreams half-done

I’ll cast my dark-


March 17, 2020





 I feed the monster,

my fragile soul cannot sustain.

Hold my wings

tenderly, a butterfly

painted in colors of sunsets

and songs of rain,

‘til one last time

I will fly, I will fly-



“The pain is real. Flowing as a brook beneath my flesh. I am broken, and yet, I still breathe.”

― E.M. Benton





Such need to re-arrange

pieces scattered

across a lifetime.

At the end,

who will count

what was missing

or was found?



“The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.”

― Toni Morrison, Beloved