Poem

  • 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

  • Beneath The Sad Moon

    What is this softness that takes my heart dancing beneath the sad moon? When aching life pours from the sky, and my heart cries to be heard for once without question. Will I listen? No. I will hear, but I… Continue reading

  • 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

  • A Little More Than This

    I do not care to be seen. I do not wish to scramble, do not wish to fight my way to the top to be seen, to be loved a little more than this. Perhaps I should try harder to… Continue reading

  • Loneliness

    There is depth and beauty in loneliness. It is quiet. Peaceful. And though I’ve never known it, loneliness is the wave that has known me a lifetime, long. Its quiet waits for nothing, it just hangs in the air, aching,… Continue reading

  • We Are The Poets

    We are the poets. The ones who listen to the bones of the earth. The ones who feel the wind, who know the wind, who are the wind. The bridge to the aching quiet. We build it and we travel… Continue reading

  • It Seems Simple

    It seems simple. To live as I am always. It seems simple. To live. Continue reading

  • Unlimited

    I feel the way I feel because I feel the way I feel. Because I am soft and gentle, because I am wild as the rain and free as the sky. But I am not free, not really, not in… Continue reading

  • I Became The Sky

    I could have stared at the sky for hours. It was glowing. Grey and orange; still against the crashing sea. But it wasn’t the vision of the sunset that moved me. It was the feel of it within me. So… Continue reading

  • The Sound Of Night

    My body is alive with the sound of night. How I hunger for this bliss. How the melody of a simple tune makes love to my senses, and I am whole like the wind, like the sun, like love. Continue reading