Poetry

  • True Colour

    We stand together observing a leaf as it floats in the pond of life. We watch its path together, and yet our eyes will never know the same leaf. And isn’t that the true colour of life. Continue reading

  • Shame

    To cast stones. To stare down. To withhold words. Or kindness. Or love. Shaming. It’s a wonder it still exists, given we’ve all made mistakes. Given we’re all human, and all of us different. And entirely imperfect. Empathy is the… Continue reading

  • Cry

    When I cry, I melt all the pieces of you in me, and we flow into the world like the beautiful river we are, once again. Continue reading

  • Hungry Restless Soul

    Love lives not in the sound of the music, but in the deep, melodic swell that fills the body of a hungry restless soul. Continue reading

  • Always Meant To Be

    And we will play by the night shine of the sea until we tumble into the knot of us that was always meant to be. Continue reading

  • Naked

    She stood before the mirror naked. First, she saw that her soul was bare. Next…her body. Perfect white, creased by a lifetime of curving for others. So fragile stood the moment of naked. So solid stood the lifetime ahead. Of… Continue reading

  • Let Them Come

    To the weary traveler of life: No wonder you are tired. You have been running for so long away from the dreams that chase you. Let them come. Let them fall into you and let the river have them do… Continue reading

  • Roar

    I love you. But I love myself more. And if my quiet rises above my roar once again, I shall find it where it always has been. Waiting among the willows of my soul. Continue reading

  • The Right Way

    He said, she said, they said that I was too different to be loved as I am. And I believed them. These are the scars we paint upon each other’s hearts when we declare that without a doubt… our way… Continue reading

  • True Love

    True love is not a think. True love is a feel.       Continue reading