There are many pools in this world.

Each pool holds many worlds.

And yet we still wonder why children jump in puddles.



When I was a child,

I’d swing from the trees,

Pretending to be anything,

Anything but me…

Apparently I’m still pretending.

Not all who are lost wish to be found

You can save the princess from the tower but the castle will still be her home.

You can save the damsel from the lair but she will still search the skies for her dragon.

You can save the damned from the dungeon but they will still dance in the darkness.

You can save the captured from the cave and the chains they will still crave.


A loud ruckus crowd

Cannot hear deaths silent call

They will doom us all


A face to disgrace

Will constantly be replaced

We stay in one place



The briefest touch skin to skin

Our sin within us


A giggle, a laughter…

Beautiful sounds of no worries of happily ever after.

Such innocence only last for a glimpse

Then it won’t be seen since…

The light in a child’s eyes is such a sight often bringing pure delight.

And yet it is such a fragile thing.

It can dim over time.

Or be snuffed out like a candle in the night.

Regardless how much you hold on tight.

It can be gone by mornings first light.