Poetry

  • I Am A Dreamer

    I am a dreamer in every way, and I know I’ll find my way back home. Continue reading

  • The Song Of You

    To be brave is to know there is hope. And to know there is hope is to know that dreams can come true— as long as you remember to dream them. Wish with all your heart, little girl. Fly your longing into… Continue reading

  • Gentle

    I try to be gentle with the girl inside me. She is imperfect. She hurts, and she hurts others as she tries her best to be. She thinks and she thinks, and she doesn’t think enough until something in the air… Continue reading

  • A Bright New Day

    Moon sat at the edge of the rainbow, where the dark clouds shone silver in the sky. ‘Rain if you must, dark clouds. I am ready.’ And when the rain came, moon wept for the day that had come to… Continue reading

  • The Sad of Life

    There’s a sad drooping in the air today. A deep sad, thick among the fog of all things left unsaid. It floats in the river and I catch it in my cup, most unwillingly— oddly enthusiastically. Tomorrow, I will place… Continue reading

  • Fly

    Beautiful, soft heart of mine. I will play your every beat into the world proudly, openly, completely. Let them stomp together through the mud of their island. We, dear heart, dear sweet, dear love. We shall fly to the moon. Continue reading

  • Musical Trees

    I wonder if this tree can feel the music that plays into my ears, and through my soul. As my hand touches the smooth of her grey, I let the music sing up her spine, until I can feel her… Continue reading

  • In The Silence

    Here I sit in this patch of sun, beneath this naked tree, only me. I ask my heart to hush so that I might hear the birds. But just as soon as my heart goes quiet… so do the birds.… Continue reading

  • The Ocean

    Lay down beside me. Run your fingers over mine in the sand. Knot the long grass. Kiss my warm cheek. And when the sun sleeps so will we. Until the ocean wakes us. Continue reading

  • Treasure

    I drift into life unknown, touching each day with the tips of my fingers and finding the treasure inside the treasure I’ve already found. Continue reading