Poetry

Of My Creation

I rip down the blinds hoping just to find the sun as it does shine revealing I’m not blind. What has been here or in front of me disappeared as I waste my tears on dreams that never appear. Shall… Read More ›

At First Sight

There is such a thing as magic. Despite that life can be so tragic. You will know it when you have it, for your heart fills so fully ecstatic. Moments can and do tend happen; eyes meet and heal the… Read More ›

Memories

Gentle is the night swallowing gulls upon beaches, where they lay young while grass upon dunes reaches. A breeze whisping parting swirls of sand that rises upward then falls back to land. My eyes have beheld such glorious sights. Peaks… Read More ›