I: Suffocate
you look my way and I can't breathe
anymore
suffocating under your gaze
but when you look away
and the breath comes rushing in
oh! I'd rather suffocate

I: run
I tend to run
headlong
into plans
without checking to see if they'll hold
and then
more often than not
I fall
face first
onto the toppled debris
I still run
fall
but now
caution drags at my heels
keeping me from running too hard
but if I run
truly run
I might fly
someday
instead of lying here
crumpled, and trying to be safe

 Eerie mist blankets the road,

Golden sunlight bursting through

A forest draped in silv’ry gauze

Midst pre-dawn stillness and dew,

He is there, watching o’er us.

At sunrise sisters journey through the woods,

Blades of grass bend beneath their running tread,

They stop to gather flower and feather,

And watch the deer and her kin far ahead.

And He is there, before us.

Grey fog rises from the field of dreams,

Color streaks the sky beyond the hay