Poem

  • Sleep

    Each moment is new and beautiful in my eyes. This heart has been touched by the wind of change enough to know that everything begins but nothing ends. Not really. Not really. And so I sleep in the arms of… Continue reading

  • Now They Are One

    Shadow dancer on the wall. Darling of light and form. A body. A wall. Each but a fragment of life until they find each other. Now they are one, yes. Now they are one. Continue reading

  • Today

    I have found myself, today. Once again I am everything I am. I am the passionate stroke of theatre, and the softest touch of poetry. My colours are pastel: peach and mauve, whimsical tendrils and earthy wooden grain. I am… Continue reading

  • Still I Dream

    With these soft eyes, I turn to the angry mob and I speak. I tell them to leave me be. I tell them I want no part in the way they raise their swords and bring each other down. I… Continue reading

  • The Web

    It is beautiful, I think, to be a very small thread on the web of it all. Continue reading

  • At Five

    Sometimes I feel five. Like the world is big and I am small. And there are kids all around bigger than me, louder, scarier, bolder than this softness that folds me like tissue. (No one else folds like tissue. Just… Continue reading

  • Each Day

    May each day bring each heart a brand new shining sun. Continue reading

  • A Great Land

    I have lived in a great land beyond time, beyond name beyond here. Where the sun kissed my soul morning and night, and my days were surrounded by honey pink flowers and tangerine trees. Sometimes, I try to forget about… Continue reading

  • The Wolf

    When the moon is full they will remember: the wolf howls into the shining night. And so do they. Continue reading

  • Flight

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