Abundance

some seeds
are born to die
in a world
born too soon
for their opening;
so they close
and crumble,
to feed other seeds
the breath of a world
they will never get to see.

Broken Eyes

and I wondered why
we draw our hearts
with tireless passion
upon the shifting sands,
where busy waves
prowl and hunt
with every passing tide,
and then I remembered
the lion and deer
who simply join each other
for a little dance
under the neon stars,
and suddenly
everything seemed
just perfect
through my broken eyes.