Poems from A Finch
I dream’t you on the pillow beside me
lips silent, only our eyes speaking.
Hands clasped, imaginations free.
As the night continued aging...
Where does my soul touch my body? When I’m hurt why do I cry?
What does it mean to be human? Do we even catch God’s eye?
Our time on...
At my window sit Heaven’s pearly gates,
Comprised of beaming starlight.
The only view of paradise I’ll ever obtain
Is the stars that dot...
The snow gives wind a body
As it drifts above the earth.
For a moment, soaring free
Before descending to its hearth.
How strange to...
The mountains are black shadowy peaks
Their valleys lined with snow soft and deep.
No birds or trees inhabit this place
To most it’s an...