Over snow-tipped peaks the sun ascends
Lavender dewdrops tossed by the winds
Grey tweed and a yellow dotted Swiss
To the young couple a walk of bliss
Eyes and hearts join the lips to smile
Tender whispers to fill the while
Fingertips brush lavender dewdrops
The sun's rays peep through piney tree-tops
Grey tweed, on one knee, pleads with the Swiss
Mister found his Missus in the Miss
A courting walk ended with lovers
A simple romance, just like others

So right now I'm taking on online course in Evolutionary Biology, and the very first discussion forum has the topic of evolution vs. creationism. My freedom to respond in the forums is limited, so I'm venting here. Apologies in advance.

You were raised
On burnt coffee
Sometimes slender fingers
would knead
the crease of your neck
the height of maternal
urging

Saturdays
you'd parallel-park yourself
between two couch pillows
and drown in the sounds
of TV
until the room grew dim
and your eyes pilled fuzzy

Outside
she'd be
pulling weeds
and you'd stride up to the door
and lean
against the handle
nose to the screen
and wait for her to notice

Sweet little life inside of mine
I pray to God your light will shine
I pray your days be fill'd with grace
And that you'll look upon His face
I pray His love you'll magnify
As you lift up His name on high
And sing a song of endless praise
May He alone fill up your days

[I feel like my introduction to Johnny was a lot of "tell" and not enough "show", but it was a self-indulgence. :P Maybe I broke up the normal narrative flow, though? -- Thanks for reading! Sarah]

*
*
*

And then there was you
Smiling at me
And I smiled at you
Bright eyes twinkling in amusement
But...
Would this cause a chain reaction?
Fear turns my head to my hands
I need to cut my nails
For in the end
We were never really friends
I laugh
"Gosh, I need to cut my nails"
Just fools trying to fill the black void
Of unkept time
And a disorganized mind.
***
Jovial eyes twinkle
The merriment of the moment mirrored
in me
Juvenile words trip naturally

Somewhere in between sleep and wakefulness, Jeffrey blinked slowly as he rested his head on his father’s shoulder. A cool, night breeze tousled his hair as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. In a moment, he could make out the form of his mother walking next to them, the baby wrapped onto her chest, and a satchel at her hip. In between his parents, his sister Kianna gripped their father’s hand, her eyelids heavy as she dragged her feet. Jeffrey listened to the crickets chirping in tall grasses and the rustling noise his family made as they walked.

There's music in my soul
And no way to contain it
There's a song in my heart
But I can't release it
There's a melody in me
Fighting to be free
But it hides in darkness
Afraid to be seen
There's a poem of me
Beauty, wonder, joy
And no one on harmony
There's a dirge pounding
A slow, sad song in my head
With none to stop the decline
There's a battle-cry in me
Confidence, peace
There's a graveyard as well
Lost hopes, broken dreams
And a young tree that fell

With her whole body quivering in shock she let go of the dagger, and she ran.

***

He looked up as she walked through the doorway of the living area and headed towards the front door.

"Where are you going?"

"Out. Gonna walk a bit."

"With a backpack and a flashlight? Where are you walking to?"

The tips of her fingers tapped her denim thigh impatiently while she scrambled an answer together.

"It's been five days since Kent went missing, Jax. I have a feeling he's out there. I have to keep looking."

Prelude
A single drop
Dances arabesque
In the wind -

The skies have announced their final warning.

Serpentine
Here in the reddish soils
Is a lump of green and blue:
A stone, here chiseled, here rolling
As if morphed from clay into
The form it now embodies.
Smooth to the touch, and yet
Here shows signs of shearing -
Its colors more brilliant when wet.