August

a rush from a cool breeze
a last sweat from the sun

moments taken to reflect
the daylights hastened run

a smiled moment shared
memories made in joy

June 2015

Hope

The storm never stops, the peace never comes.
A world apart from ourselves we live.
No hopeful truths endure and rust,
not matter what they give.

Hope and lies they grow no matter,
what poison is brewed to beat.
The end is part of all beginnings,
though this ends not in defeat.