Dreamer

  • Unknowing

    Do not try to wrap me with your perfect edges. Boxes are not for me, the wind, the stars that burst through time, through space, through you. I am all. Do not limit me with your unknowing. Continue reading

  • Wishes

    I’m on holidays in the middle of nowhere. I have books. I have my computer. I have a heart that wishes for silence and the soft smiles of love. I will sip some tea and close my eyes. Continue reading

  • Lonely

    But I am the wind. And my soul is alone as it blows through the jars of neat and tidy life. Oh, the aching. For, home floats free; I will never be bound. Can you not see? I will never… Continue reading

  • Feathers

    She fled her body, to where the poets fly. Her heart lived in that place, an angel by night light. There were feathers on the wind of day, and music, like a lovers kiss, drifting. Oh, how she loved, there.… Continue reading

  • Dream

    Always remember your softness. Always remember to wrap your gifts and hand them to the world, carefully. For, my dear, my darling you. Only you can paint the world the colour of your dreams. Go on, sweet bloggy friends. Catch… Continue reading

  • The Ocean

    It never ceases to amaze, the ocean of life; how wide it must be. If I can see but one river from this, my dainty hill. One glimpse of time, one slice of space, what else must the ocean be? Continue reading

  • Sweet Muse of Mine

    Where do you go, sweet bell? Where do you hide when I long to feel your voice sing through my bones? I only know you; the place I call home. I only know you, dear constant voice of heart, of… Continue reading

  • Shadow

    In waking dreams I see the past and feel it waltzing me down a sweet, sweet road. Oh, darling days gone by. How lovely to feel you tickle my bones. How lovely to remember the depths that sang to my… Continue reading

  • Soul Song

    My soul knows this song. Continue reading

  • Tomorrow’s Rose

    How delicate it is, the garden of eternity. Interwoven; the past, present, future of our sleepy meadow, dear. One cannot possibly know how or what the wind of today will drift to the valley of tomorrow. One can only hope… Continue reading