Dreams

  • Rejection

    I’ve just been drawing pillow cases. Joyful pillowcases. Sad pillowcases. Cross pillow cases. Is this really what the world has come to? Actually, it’s a lot of fun drawing pillowcases. The sweet darlings feel as though they could have been… Continue reading

  • Memories

    But there you are, darling softness. Keeper of my hopes, dreamer of my dreams. How do you hold my heart, this night? Full of dear, sweet memories. Full of dear, dear days and nights gone by. 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

  • 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

  • Myself.

    I have seen myself in the world around me. In the people, things and places I love. In the people, things and places I hate. In the people, things and places I care only slightly for. I block myself from… Continue reading

  • Sleep

    If sleep could touch my cheek, I would ask for her slender hand a thousand times. If sleep did fall upon me now, I dare not wake. No. I dare…not… Continue reading

  • Elf

    I just watched Lord of the rings, again; I’m certain I’ve missed my calling as an Elf. Twirling leaves, swaying, falling. Flowing gowns, floating on air. Softness. Romance. Light and trees. I’m certain I’ve missed my calling as an Elf.… Continue reading

  • The Wish

    It would be okay, I believe, If you were to make a wish and put it in your pocket. It would be okay, especially so, if the wish was sweet. For a wish made carefully is often much sweeter if… Continue reading

  • Somewhere

    Somewhere between the quiet and the haze, I go to sit for a while. Somewhere between the quiet and the haze. And you might ask me what I hope to find there. You might ask me if it’s true. That… Continue reading