Dead in the middle

At the center of it all
Dead in the middle
There is an indescribable ache
That pervades and pulls the strength
Saps the energy of her faith
In righteousness
It cancels her firm belief that
Right and wrong
Actually exist
There must be some part of
What does not happen
That should
And of what should not happen
That does
For the innocent
Still perish and the blameless
Still bleed
so
Why would it matter for her to hold on to something
That might not be real
.

Love story

green leaf holds cool drop
of silvered water
shining
in sunlight
forgotten

slipping through
unnoticed as
sister rays
reflect back
into a crystalline sky

bewitched by a
smooth glow
captured there
awaiting the power
of a day's heat
they meet and
dance slowly
together

One to one
undiscovered yet
perfectly matched
drops allign
and hold on
tightly
boiling
slowly

escaping
vapor flies free
seeping
into air
joining with others
lost amidst
the fog

remembering still
searching always
among the sunbeams
for the perfect fit
a matched
pair

somewhere in
the sky