Some things Never change Only in a Sea swirling, Always moving Kind of way. Quiet evenings Hot air When I see Contentment Within reach. Watching clouds Caress a picturesque Mountain view Asking if they need Light As much as We do. Things do not Stay the same, But rather I have been here Ten thousand Times before Among Forest paisley, Ocean houndstooth.

I was not aware Poison Oak Was so severe. I remember Being a child In the lush Green Fields Of Wales. And crying over Stinging Nettle. It's barbed leaves Prickling my Untouched skin. But much like A scraped knee, With time comes The ability to Frown a little And walk on. Naively, I assumed Poison Oak Would be another Stinging Nettle in a life Of scraped knees. Until the moss carpeted, Secret keeping, Coastal forests Taught me To Heed their Poison warnings, From scar tissue, A

I was not a werewolf Until I met you You met me, bit me Tended to the bloodied wounds You gave me I heard you say look at that Red full moon Look at that red full moon Red full moon Red full moon Until all I could do was Look at that red full moon And when I came to you with matted fur You said it's just A lovers curse And when I grew claws You told me we would Make it work My teeth grew sharp Just like my words You said, "I see it hurts, it hurts; Just try a little harder To

I am always Falling For another Soul And should I be less Infatuate - Able? Perhaps, But in the fluttering Of hearts Is a beauty That remarks On the purpose we give To the world And fret not upon unrequited Daydreams, Pining does not take away from the flowing streams Colours shine a little brighter Even when I'm weak At the knees And I may be Too much for some Lacking dreams of others I may not be what you want, But I love the trees The pond, the bumblebees And my wants Shou

Yellow buttons in the field, I pour my heart onto paper, Vulnerable ink, worthless words, I make wishes on ancient streams, Never bold, only brave Who writes love letters these days? I only get so many words per day And I must put them all on the page- Unless I am to speak foolish thoughts to your face Dandelions are only weeds to sad suburban families Who don't climb trees Who writes love letters these days? "Your eyes bring me visions of the sea and sky, When your lips brus