She was born afraid of everything and everyone, but very curious. She felt that experiences lead to paths where words begin to become inexplicable. The senses become senses and begin speak louder, with the falling of the leaves. The trees, like the earth in life, show the secret the stone…
. . . Some say the eyes are windows to the soul and some they knock with stones . Once there were shattered glass in my eyes now I walk on those shards trying to not make a sound pretending the woollen floor is a river of drops since I…
A body of water Salt water Soak in it To be renewed with fresh skin Plasma ?
Caught by longing for the future to be met for some fleeting reason Not such a wise thing to do Knowing That when it is reached it will be at its own end . Yes, the present lived sometimes wished to be stagnant drenched in beautiful soft scent . Would…
Love is connection Love is a place to share affection Love is a home Love is space to roam Love can be without direction Just a heart beating It can be fleeting or repeating Full of feeling and dreaming But what is it we’re seeking, Of this moment? In this…
did you feel this luminated night of ours? when your quiet little sister arrived out of the boundless murk invisible like a forgotten dream she brushed the weary mane of our world now so distant, so distant you seem dear moon yet so near for once in a while you…
Nothing compares to your diamond heart Formed in a union An explotion of energy A fire that still Burns inside of you Nothing compares to your diamond heart Shaped deep within As the changing atmosphere weighs on you And you press against the universe Nothing compares to your…
I hear its hum in my ear, In my severed ear. Wrapped it up on a piece of paper, gave it all to you… (It’s okay.) No one was worried anymore. And you… you over there! Don’t think the night’s descending, Summon it up, unending. Within moderation, all becomes a remedy. I see your eyes…
oh yes, I miss you your untamed wilderness severed from the outside with reverent vibration awareness soft feet on woolen floors the myriads of scents you share bursts that murmur hands that hold and dare with no pretense fragments of a story never told but sensed in your enchanted underworldly…
It’s not a competition, it’s nature The sunlight can’t bless everything As the trees grow taller Their crowns cast shadows wider The forest floor flattens Giving way to larger mammals Further picking apart shrubbery That is until a fire blazes through A lifetime event changes everything In the nights blink…