Skip to main content


like a sweet scented flower with petals of glass
as pure as a newborn child
breathing life into the air

she treads weightlessly between the plants
kisses the buds to blooms with love

a miracle ~a dream
she is life
she is rare


Popular posts from this blog

nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree, wind rustling the remaining leaves gnarly branches, black against the moon the sweetest dreams, taking residence in my heart you & I an impossible possibility the sheets will not reveal my secrets

In silence

never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night