How many worlds do you inhabit? How many suns light your day? Where do you go when your soul needs healing, How many moons illuminate your way?   I thought I had a life once, one true And strong, where work kept me afloat But…

Wandering eyes with meandering mind Eat away at symbols Clutched within the web of thought Struggling, attempting to decipher Yet every thought brings on more Questions than answers. I bring myself back Pulling myself down Out of the clouds And try and stay in the…

It was a beginning of sorts Only I had no idea where I was going Or where the roads would lead. Uncharted lands, the tiny path That twist and turned upon itself Into the woods in the mist-ridden Hills where you once walked. I heard…

Too long I’ve lived inside the noise, the words, the doubts; I’ve been trampled down, and made to shrink beneath the sea of strife. My soul was lost, weighted by the expectations placed upon me, not just by others but also by myself, so all…

Hillside dark, water calm A single lantern floating Veil shredded, flowers dead A sudden, rotten, bloating Bride alive, Corpse husband A shovel with sticky coating Crunching earth, shifting waves A victim left ungloating. Crime unseen, story untold The lantern no longer floating.

He looked out, across the ocean Beyond the crashing waves For long, silent minutes While the gulls cried around him The sun glinted in his blue eyes The day was nearly done Oranges, gold and crimson bled From broad bands of sky to sea But…

Beyond the farthest meadow, In the center of a hill, There rests a quiet burrow Behind an ice flow, never still And in that ice-cold grotto, One can find – from time-to-time, A tiny pixie winnow While she bathes with wild thyme She sings a…

Paramour  The quickening of desire feeds the flickering fire raising emotions higher The truth of heart required Earn your love-I conspire Your soul, I want acquired Whatever transpires, in your arms I can respire.

“Are you still awake, darling?” “Yes, of course. Three more to go.” “Do you want coffee or a cup of tea?” “No… If I do, I’ll just stay up all morning and I won’t get any good sleep.” “Do you want me to stay up…

…Perhaps I’m lucky I don’t have one And I have to find a spark, A match, A candle, An electric torch. Sitting here in near-darkness, all alone, I’m forced to find my own lights, yet again; To brighten up this room and my soul –…