Oh, but I am so very much more than a collection of pretty words. I’m tear stained and crumpled poetry; stirring, profound, rubbish, absurd. I’m tranquil shades of arcadian blue, a hawk soaring over wide open skies; demure and charcoal grey backdrops, and storms raging from swollen eyes. I am the stench of decayed, rotting […]
I’ll pluck these scraps of light from between branches and leaves and slices of night. I’ll hold the honeyed glow from street lamps, catch every shooting star; and use them to stitch you a moon. I’ll collect each raindrop and remember each tear. I’ll ebb and flow, I’ll drift with the river, until you can […]
I didn’t find my way back with grace but with grit – one day, one second, one fear, one tear, one storm at a time. I stumbled along, dragging the tattered scraps of dreams behind me – pleading, bleeding, and breathing in rhyme. At times it seemed the world was being washed away in a […]
One year of the elements – introduced and induced, one by one. Three hundred sixty-five lessons, beneath three hundred and sixty-five suns. The wind was the first among them to rise, to beckon, whispering my name, as a herald, a signal, a caution, a sign, that nothing would ever be the same. Next to call […]
In the first rays of sunlight that filter through my window, I see you shining down on me. In the starless midnight skies, I hear you teaching me. With each new breath, I feel you entering my very flesh and purifying my soul. And with each new meeting, you show me again what it is […]
In the light of the sun, may we loop the final stitch in all that’s been shorn unduly apart; and by the soft glow of the moon let us smooth out what remains of all our old scars. When we feel the slight itch of a past pain, let us casually brush it away – […]
