It’s too bright here.
I want to go
And find a soft rainy place.

I love you like the wind.
Calm and gentle,
It thrashes and tears out
Everything too.

I bought a pack of note cards
To share my secrets with the world.
But I found I no longer had any
To tell.

We are a series of events
That have collided together,
Creating this thought,
This feeling,
This knowledge,
That I could not have obtained
Any other way.

I traced your face
In ivy and in gardens.

I easily tire
when your statements
require,
an answer.

My old thesaurus
Holds my favorite knowledge
Words are my treasure