just little morning thoughts

...thoughts recede gentle...as tides pulled from shore

til sudden word wellsprings out from me pour

streams produce a trickle

the seas a raging storm

while lakes produce more often

those quiet subtle forms.

and

one hundred times I've said those words

deep inside my head

and in one hundred silent moments

I know they've all been read.

or

...have you ever tried erasing lines written across the heart?

...or mourned the loss of someone you truly never held?