How will I ever sing again ?

I missed a beat
sometime back
perhaps,
drowned in
the noise
of "oh this and that".

How will I ever sing again ?

Sky and day

“You die, but

I bleed”

says the sky 

to the day. 

Such is their love:

the day does not need

the sky,

to be.

Neither does the sky 

day.

Yet they are

and aren’t we glad ?

Orono

Thoughts impinge

Thoughts impinge like bullets
on glass -
hard enough to spread the web
of hatred
but not enough to shatter you.
On
Repeat;
Wave
After
Wave
After
Wave.