From delicate strings hang little dreams, dancing inside my room. Wings with words calling me to dream. Weaving through, reverie's seams. Each shadow, brings flight to life. Passing memories down ... READ the POST
Writings
Quiet Inside the Silence
Quiet sounds, where footsteps once borrowed my heart. I keep waiting for you to fold around the corners, speak into my ear . . . fall into my arms. Weakness prevails, where stern wood was once ... READ the POST
In Your Hands
Sitting on the crook of my neck is the warmth from your soft kiss. The tingle beneath my skin is brought on from your embrace. You speak of rainbows, without moving your lips. A language only we ... READ the POST
Again
We tried this and it failed. The fencing from the outside seemed solid and pure, newly polished and ready to shelter. We made a life with intertwined lips and laced fingers. There is a remarkable ... READ the POST
Moonlit Nights
There was a bleeding that happened, when your hand slipped silently from mine. Narrow brooks lead to an ocean of sunshine— and I never quite got there. I’m always more in the spotted rim of your ... READ the POST
Sheltering Memories
Do you ever catch yourself caught between breaths and waiting for something to happen? For winds to change in directions that fill empty rooms and blow breezes scented with new beginnings … I do. I ... READ the POST