Sand-pile Bonsai

Grace in the shape of a dividing ray.

I’m infused, and stinging...

My love for you is soaking in disarray.

I’m confused, and feeling...


The skin peeling off lingers

On the sides of my

Shaking fingers...

Making strides for the clementine green-sky.


Aching in all the right ways...

They heal tightly as time strays.


You say that you don’t understand,

So I dig to plant gold- in a pile of sand.

Each shifting black grain, no less,

A measure of our love to stress.


Scared of those quiet words,

Shared enough, they tug onto the cords...

Sparks fly out of my heart

While I don’t know how else to start


With you, I’m atop the world’s highest peak.

Rolling down just to see you isn’t bleak

At all, I won’t even cry,

As long as I can see you near

The hillside bonsai

That we’ll grow so dear.


Won’t you let me chance

Our luck into a trance.

Even if, it makes me black and blue,

I really want to be front-to-back with you.


You say that you don’t understand,

So I dig to plant gold- in a pile of sand.

Each shifting black grain, no less,

A measure of our love to stress.