Dreams

  • Loveliness

    Ah, the loveliness. There it is again. As smooth as the drifting river, as quiet as the song of a mother to the sky. Lovely loveliness. The sweetest of all the dreams. Continue reading

  • Possibilities

    The possibilities are endless. The possibilities are endless. Dare to look. Dare to see. Continue reading

  • The Lonely Soul

    The lonely soul is a beauty. She is quiet, so quiet as she whispers her way through the noise, through the dark, through the rain. Sing a sweet song to her. Call to her and she shall hand you a… Continue reading

  • Eternally

    This silence is the cloud I fall upon when I don’t know where to fly. How beautiful just to float. Here. Now. Eternally. Continue reading

  • Little Light

    What colour shall I paint my sky? Soft-pink and grey: clouds of spun sugar, sweet dreams that drift me to life? Bring me a cool breath of clarity. Bring me a little light, and I will shine it, wherever I… Continue reading

  • Flight

    Her flight was sweet. And every bit as magical as the hummingbird sipping honeysuckle beside her. Continue reading

  • She

    She wished for peace and love. And dance parties. In the kitchen. Continue reading

  • Beautiful

    This life. It is not what they have shown it to be. The cold stone walls, the repeating days in chains of grey. This life is the art I hold in my own hands. The art of my body as… Continue reading

  • Emerald Sweet

    I breathe but I can’t feel you. I soften but creation does not flow. Am I stuck? Or do I just think I am stuck because I am not flying through raw wisps of forestland? It is my choice to… Continue reading

  • Dreams

    Will I always dream of life beyond the creaky bones of now? The other side of the hill will call again, no doubt, whispering: this is what your life could be. And though my heart is full, will I always… Continue reading