poem: Legacy

When the day comes for the world to end
may it be said he was with friends
that he worked to write his mind alive
and pushed his body till it thrived
But above all else, I hope they'll say
his spirit breathed again--
he relearned to pray

poem: Falsetto

His voice is like lavender
hanging in the air like spring
high, forceful, strong, true
Each word demands respect and
when his lips part I am freed

poem: On Searching

  In my search for serenety
I am searching for something new
I am searching to be renewed
  I am searching