Stuck in an eye

Who am eye?
And why am eye here?
Stuck in an I,  eye wait in silence,   shouting between the marks that cover emptiness. 
Eye see you everywhere and in everything. 
Do you see my face everywhere as well?

Tea for two

Where will my dreams lead me?
Cartoon kisses distract my hurting heart. 
2 pieces of clay made from one source,  one set of hands,  one burning fire,  and now set to the task of waiting to be set on a table. 

Packed away,  sleeping cups wait,
What awaits us when we sleep?

Faces in the lines

It's a nice feeling to look through a series of lines and see what jumps out from the page.  When each line dictates the next, and when there is a constant desire to achieve spontaneous creations,  it's rewarding to see what is able to come into existence with little help from you.  It gives each peace a sense of being something grander than itself.