Poetry
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Scarlet Dreams
Grip my body in darkness and I will show you your soul. May the black of the air around us swirl with scarlet dreams and indigo flight. Continue reading
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This Place of Quiet
I am here in the quiet, knowing I am home. I am the same, in this place, as the windy trees and the sunset that melts across the bay. This quiet. It is the porcelain wail of a newborn child,… Continue reading
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It Is A Gift
It is a gift. An open heart spun into ebony lace: words. So much more than what they seem. The chance to see, and believe that anything is possible, always. No matter how wild the wind on a quiet sea. Close… Continue reading
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My Heart, My Soul, My Muse
Sweet Love. I wander among the daisies, knowing you are there traveling lightly in the fields of life, towards home. I have loved you sweetly with the quiet of me, my heart, my soul, my muse. I will wait. Here. In… Continue reading
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All That I Am
Today, I begin the school of life again. I hold my own hand, soft and unsure, as I stand at the gates of the unknown. I am afraid. I am also deep within the stillness of unafraid— the beautiful tendril… Continue reading
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My Sun
When the sun woke up in my small human frame, I learned that love lives on the wings of the wind. My dear sweet, darling sun. Always swimming in my eyes as I gaze at those who need me. Always… Continue reading
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These Tears
Do these tears make you uncomfortable? How about this: does the rain make you uncomfortable? The sky is not afraid to rain, and I am not afraid to cry. I am not afraid of what you’ll think of me if… Continue reading
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Life Be Cradled
Let the soft and delicate know me. Let my life be cradled by the warm arms of peace. Continue reading
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Serious
Why so serious? When all you need to know is: I am human. So are you. Why paint our condition with news voices and walls that keep us stuck in the rat race of clown face. Have we become but… Continue reading
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