Starting anew With wishes and stars With new lives and living tabernac… With new shorlines glowing underne… A glimmer

I long to see a Genesis of soul To gaze upon mega cosmos beyond I’d reach for stars upon bright, d… Alive, verdantly, spun with golden… My heart weeps heavy, heaving ligh…

I long to write my heart, and my soul’s magnitude; to release a heaven of words trapped inside! These words may laugh, get angry betimes, cry, love, or simply bask in their mere existen...

Sleepless, I am As a breathless, stainless night t… Noises of my house awaken My pillow is a rock beneath my res… Dreams awaite me, sifting through…

Blazing rose A citrus sweet of delectables, del… Passions, anew Not like passions red, of boldness… ‘Tis a fire’s passion—hot carbuncl…

Was I not enough in this body & mind to earn your authentic, thriving love? As a baby was I not enough to warrant your protection, your loving hugs, you warm embraces? Broken bones, la...

I reach for gold in a billion stra… Tears long for my soul’s rapture a… Treading stronger waves I go—they… I reach for a sun’s unreachable hu… A spirit whispers, ‘STAND STI…

Falling water of Gods, sculpted o… A swirl of turquoise glacier carvi… A sense for clarity of thought A continuous being A hopeful vision

Seeing true an otherworldly Watchful eyes—peering oracle An unblinking methodical Nigh—dusk awakens night’s kingly Tending ruler of eventide

Enmeshed in this pruning shrink of words playing verbiages, depreciating a beauty of mind, resounding inside my soul, shrinking me in size, diminishing all my inner soul songs wanting d...

The cocooned creature croons in he… She dreams as her figure transform… No guise can disguise such a visag… Not night Darkness could never disclose her…

I write freedom with the sound of words, like free motion in wind carrying an eagle in flight. In this modern America I’m tired, because it is the wind we beat down as we hinder the sou...

I beheld a million wishes floating… Reveling in thrushes and blushing… Oh, God’s color is brilliance of… Kissing my cheek, my nose, the bac… I love loving those lightning-vibr…

An orchestrated dream of symohonic… Gliding feather flanked pens, like… A mind’s generating seeds of color… Stamping notes on pale paper; the… We are wordsmiths, beating life in…

Through a vision of the past I’m looking at little hands restin… I’m holding him more gently than… In a moment bringing me my greates… He is so small and fragile