Poetry

  • Heavy

    I am a child of the wind. My bare skin knows the beauty of this life, and yet, within these soft walls, I am bare. How heavy it is to hold this uncertain hand of mine. Sometimes. Continue reading

  • A Little While

    There is silence where the gaps are. Weeping holes in a persons soul, for life, or just, perhaps, for a little while. Continue reading

  • Remembrance

    There she was. She had always been there beneath the rubble of crumbling life. How sweetly the sun did shine upon her remembrance. Continue reading

  • In The Gentle Woods

    It is the depths that call me here. It is the silence and the bells of yesterdays wish. Let there be now. Let there be this walk alone in the gentle woods. Continue reading

  • Soft Arms

    I hold this fear in soft arms and let her be. She is a dear traveller. She knows this village well. Peace, dear friend. We shall sit and we shall be, without wishing to change one another. 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

  • As I Am

    And I will quietly be as I am. Yes, I will quietly be. Continue reading

  • The Echos of Love

    The echos of love will unravel your soul. Let them. Continue reading

  • Quiet on a Hill

    I close my eyes, my foot on a chair. Pots clang. Time flashes, bright and loud. Could there be just me and the stars? Me and my hands on dry earth? My heart glows at the thought. And I run,… Continue reading

  • She Remembers

    How my soul asks to be held. How she breathes the cotton thoughts of yesterday through the trees as she remembers. Continue reading