Awaking from a dream so beautiful, To the faint chirping of birds soothing as it never had been The soft kisses from cold lips of his, Land on my cheeks, my nose, my lips and closed eyes From the darkness, opening the eyes To the…

Look around, Nature is meeting the sky. The birds are flapping their wings, As the leaves rustle along with the wind, While the plants wait patiently to unfurl their flowers. Even the Earth is awakening, To witness this beautiful harmony, Of Nature and Sky together,…

You’re in a movie You are. And the extras, for a change, aren’t walking into you. Everyone parts for the invisible camera that pans along your quick gait as you walk into the Utopian Cafe where there’s always an empty seat by the top floor…

No alarm Just our eyes opening As if on cue We look for purpose Right beside us And we rise to face the music Coffee, that shot of sweet darkness With just a hint of even sweeter cream Miles pass by Speed The engine of…

All Roads Lead To Broadway A soft cool breeze … as I step outside to the fresh spring day! The smell of New York City … from Central Park. Green trees and chirping birds … A song of joy … A song of life! Walking…

splintered wood easel needs sanding and the coarse, fine haired brushes need cleaning but the sky is wrapping itself in cloud boas and the lamp travels the horizon splashing maroon, cherry and various levels of the fire spectrum in chaotic sugar streams across the waves,…

The day is filled with joy and laughter Children are running around the compound with careless abandon The women of the house roam the garden and stop to smell the flowers The drizzling rain envelops leaves   The rain increases its intensity and turns into…

The firelight glows amid the crackling embers and wispy gray smoke fills the cool, damp autumn air. My love hums a familiar ditty about our life together and as I look at the lines growing on his tired, aging face, the sight of a few…

Night has always been so boring unless you touched my body, where your cuddle is soothing makes my heart hooting. The night brings screams of love you kiss me most, the way hate is lost. Flight is your and mine I want all nights just…

Waking up under red curls, hot breath and thrown, tiny bodies.   Little rag dolls.   The fur of dogs rising and falling over my pillows.   Joshua Tree Breakfast Bliss coffee.   Chocolate for breakfast.   Bob Dylan.   Mountains, rivers, farms or beaches….