Life is but crepe, a tissue-paper dream,

A blossom-born hour, a breath to redeem;

So bloom while the sun shines on petals of glass,

And call Today blessing, before it is past.

Close Call

That was a close call.

Treading the fine line between

Life and Death,

Fair and Freezing,

you fend off the Frost

with a heart warmed by the sun

of summers past.

Dare you exhale?

Beads of perspiration mark your

night of tormented hopes

and fragile fears.

But night broke,

and with it, the danger.

You are free to bloom

another day…