The sky is dark Just like my heart When trapped within the city So sometimes we seek refuge Far from home Some by choice but it can be seen That not all are so lucky Unhoused this is their day to day So we take…

Isolation It’s been dawn for days now Day breaking the horizon while Night fades Until the end of time I’m alone out here, in my cabin warm It’s just how I like it And in a week or three or more (I lost the track…

The sap greens in the darkness, Masquerading as black, The sound of insects buzzing, Filling the air. You notice one far off from you, A sudden point of light flashing out at you. Within no time at all, You’re surrounded all around with these little…

After dark, I stroll Stretching boneless mountains roll under deflated clouds and pallid stars I teetered, whirled far when a speeding car whizzed by me, light trailing the last blues of dusk fading spirits whisper beside me tickle blindingly just a branch of spruce then…

Perks of being of the female gender, So many, it addles my brain. Not being able to take a walk at night, Just one of the very many. Do everything in our power, To make sure we don’t feel powerless, But powerful, oh I haven’t…

The darkness welcomes me wraps like a cloak around me The stars shine high above a whisper through the thrilling dark Small burning embers from so far away The moon is my conscious placing every careful guided step The wind my shadow chasing me, ahead…

Rise and fall- the rhythm of life I hear her mellow breath By my side. The room is dark Not quite black For in my palm An enchanted rock Glows blue white Fighting against the darkness Encroaching, shrouding My weary face Saggy eyes Ruffled, tousled…

I wonder why Must you be so wrapped up, In chasing love, like there’s some big rush? Is it just the watching of other couples, Engrossed in each other, Or the crying of an empty heart To share its laughter and woes? Those come hard,…

There’s a sort of mischief in the night Where breezes blow, And tickle our imaginations: There might be monsters under our beds, Or fairies tapping on windows, But with this night, Comes a peculiar scratch on my car, That wasn’t there before. Perhaps it is…