A Series of Poems

The ring of a bell.
The silence of snow.
The water pooling.
Form follows each item
As truth follows devotion.
The love of a man
Cannot be measured
By some trifled thoughts.
Only by necessity.

A series of poems

Diamond hearted breath
The deepest wretched coal mines.
Alike and yet not--
I just had to run away.
What did I run to?
If I ran to fire?
Did I never run away?
If I ran and was the fire?
Diamond hearted breath
Crystals in my very soul.
I sit and wait here
Waiting for the spring to come.