If there is a miracle that I know, Is the fact that the mystery of the universe is yet to be resolved. Questions keep knocking on our door, And every answer leads to more. The vastness of the universe expands beyond our imagination. There…

Sunflower Swing the empty swing beckons whoever will take the risk. no criteria, no membership, no permission required. find me and I am yours! the clear path ends at fields of yellow, pollen shared with bees, crunchy seeds a gift to birds, oil for your…

inspired by this song here So much loss in losing Not so much picking it or choosing Little lifes like candles Buzzing out a tune Funeral singer bee keeping When magnets report the queen Buzzing her tune no more Pray for successions Return, return to me…

after sylvan esso  bass thump guitar pluck shoulders sway finding a rhythm  synth pulse voice cut through press into  coherent cacophony  marinate  all together now  words flow together more feeling then  decipherable lyrics harmonies sneak  voices crescendo  another voice joins three now rhythm moves down…

What will I do without the weight of you now? I let out what I had been holding in; screams, secrets, shame, fear. If the police take you away, it wont affect me. You are out of my life for good. I live as a…

Daylight warms the window as I stretch my arms in bed. Lost in contemplation about something dumb I said. Or was that just a dream? I try to clear the existential cobwebs from my sleep-filled head. I rise to face the morning, greet my beloved…

Seasons drape the shadows of life The dark corners Shade of ancient oaks They hide they protect   Armour against doubt and dread Seasons drape the shadows of life Occlusion’s illusions remain Wind borne particles scurry away   Stripped bare winter’s rough hands Steal from…

Hour 8 – Song and Image Prompt. ** Not using the title that’s given, but, same concept. Music Choice: “Outnumbered, by Dermont Kennedy” Holding lanterns for you, pleading the stars to beckon you through, Souls; transforming anew. Cosmic bonds; Vast, Yet never spoken. Each gleaming…

Acoustic guitar stings and taps leading into louder dance A light female voice, breathless, the words indecipherable though I listen closely only half understanding snatches of song.   ‘doesn’t take a job in the night return to me all my friends are half-gone birds, keeping…

Poem #7 In This Garden The sky is a witness and accomplice to daytime, Daytime a brightness the night lacked. Lack is a thing among others your loving ,a midnight thief, took away. Away with all the noises and stresses of life we are in…