The prayers are sound, everyone whispers the word of god. Whispers fade short stares take the place, Gasping for air, no one dares to take her breath Silence is sound and all around eyes witnessed Eyes glistened, Still. Daughters and daughters and daughters with…

I hate waiting for you to wake up. At five in the afternoon, you drag yourself awake. My stomach turns at the sight of you, sloth and dreary. Every day is the same. No plans or intentions. One long ad nauseam. lassitude lingers revulsion retches…

A toddler sways or bounces to the beat Not knowing steps or direction   An older person who seems to have withdrawn from the world Will react to it and once again, briefly return   Some listen to get hyped up and move without thought…

Even darkness cries for the light sometimes The light will touch it gently, Caressing it’s grays into orange and it’s black into pink The light watches the transfusion The dark and light become one, Shadows slink away under trees and behind fences The light wins…

I was once in a coma for about 2 years. I had many dreams during this time, but the one I remember most clearly went something like this: I was walking down the street, and a box was blocking my path. It was no bigger…

Oh! Love of mine. pour on some more dreams in my cup and let me drink on tonight. But if our togetherness turns out a reality, Wake me up and hold me tight. Pour some happiness into my glass and fill it to the brim….

Trailing stars, shower me in your celestial dust. Let me shimmer with pulsing light from galaxies afar. Moon, kiss my skin alabaster white. Divine set me free from gravity, let me fly into the depths of creation. I will search orbs of light, orbs of…

Related to one of my favorite lines: “come up with the fire, in the deadly 5th dimension pyre.” Here it goes:   it’s not blood staining your hand, some ruby red lie that came up from the throat to drown your world in all its…

more to the sky than the clouds and the blue (the blues are always where she though the universe began and ended) it wasn’t the vast or the space or the air that rose and fell and followed women of some certain type you know….

A hearty growth of phlox now encroaches on the cairn of my beloved BB, shepherd friend who lies in peace ‘neath friendship picked stones and memories. I shall try to transplant what needs cutting back, dig rather than chop off. The light determines the color…