Poems from CroixBoston

Live.
Think.   Not about you Not about me Not about "them"   Think.   Not about what could be Not about what will be Not about what was   Think...
Like the trees...
The beauty that persists Individuality among the mass Her brow is focused Perched upon it, an Owl, soaring through the words Into the...
Your Words.
The echo will be heard, Only from ear to ear Than to the moon, but never back.   Can you hear me? No. Can you hear me now? No.   Why are...
Tomorrow.
Troubled by the infinite A glass box, invulnerable Transparent in nature, Like a first kiss.   Lifeless, corrupted Fear bleeds from the...