Poet. Writer. Photographer.
I gave othersjust about allof me selflessly,and it drainedanddrainedmeuntil I was leftbaking in the sunat the bottom ofa dry well,fossilizing. You found me. Gently liftedmy headand breatheda fountain of lifeinto me, and the well filledas our hearts did,and instead of treading water, we taught each otherhow to swim in the direction we needed to,dreamed of once,instead of … Continue reading Fins and Fairytruths
At the crossroadsagain,so I thought,the familiar loop trailI've been traversing upon, the path that intersectswith a hopeful other,but I've explored bothand all the countless others, round and round,and though the scenery is nice,I've been looking for somethingdifferent all of my life, not sure what,but I've always knownI'd know when I stumbled uponthe right way home, … Continue reading Off Trail
If I had but one blank page to fill,what would my message be? What dance would my fingers performacross the finite-lettered keys? How could I paint in black-fonta picture of beauty and hope that would reach and pierce with lightthe souls who need it most? If I were confined to the cage of a page,how … Continue reading One Blank Page
Every heart goes through seasons;every soul sometimes dims.Spring isn't meant to be eternal;shadows may need to become friends. Pain cannot be avoided,but heartache need not break us;When the last leaf falls,it's the tree's self-preservation. Winter brings delicate beautyto those possessing appreciation.Some blessings bloom brightly;others require effortful observation. Fragile flowers sometimes get peltedby heavy winds and … Continue reading Every Heart
In every landscape painting I walk through,I feel the brush of you,the gentle way the hair alongmy neck is lightly moved by skimming fingers andlips that barely touch,my flesh tingling,all senses heightened by this love. The tall green grasses swayand carry my open palmto where yours is waitingand has been all along. And when I … Continue reading Windmills
Awesome and tranquil Seasoothes me, strokes me with peace... The Mountains huddle protectivelyand I feel snug in the middle of their majesty... The Woods beckon me to wander endlessly,enchanted by flickering sunbeams between trees.... Unsurpassed beauty in the petals' intricacies,I hesitantly unfurl with the Flowers delicately... But of all of the nature in gifted creation,nothing … Continue reading It is the Sky
It calls to souls, summons apropos when we are weary with worldly woes, wants to wash us whole, and I feel the pull... So benevolent is the offering, selfless power there dwelling, to wrap me in the healing dressing and infuse the peace; I feel it filling... It calls to souls, universally, indiscriminately so; every … Continue reading It Calls to Souls
I wear the gold of the beauty-brushed coastas dawn coats us both with the light of hope;I feel it bleeding into my soul. A new day is birthed into the waves,a new year on a calendar man-made;timelessness prevails in the ocean's refrain.The gold is neither molten nor cold;it warms to life the dreams put on … Continue reading I Wear the Gold
A timeless moment that stills me deeply, sunset silhouette, peace seeps into me. Ripples on the bay, nature's palette, a silent messenger negates all of it. Beauty is always present, serenity an exercise, hope still floats and rises.
When our fingers brushbefore the full entwining of hands,in that lightest touch,I feel the warm sand after drifting since birthin the ocean of life,sometimes afloat beneath the moon,mostly pulled by riptide. When my flesh feels yours,every lighthouse at once finds me;the beacons of light bring home the onedestined to love you eternally. Your hand holding … Continue reading When Our Fingers Brush
