Poet. Writer. Photographer.
If just for today, my darling, turn your back on them;let's leave the ghosts behind,full circle turn the penance. We'll frolic through the fields,tuck some petals behind our ears;let the coast drown out those distant wails,let our laughter be what we hear. Take my hand, my love;too beautiful is this day!Let's get lost on our deserted … Continue reading Abandoning Ghosts
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Sometimes we must firmlygrip the sandinstead of merely wishingto be carried to shore. Sometimes it is bestto escape through the windowrather than openeither door. Sometimes when the photo albumhas so many empty pages,it's time coloring the sickness yellowsince it can't fade non-faces. Sometimes in the dark woodinstead of striking tear-soaked matches,we must look up for … Continue reading Gripping Sand
Barefoot atop the deep waters,white dress and wild tresses flowing,sunken-ship cemetery of the past beneath,I twirl in this present moment. The sea is mineas my dance floor,and I skim across to my pick of shores;I explore, I vacation, not searching, just jubilationof losingworries and fears,exaltation of the lightnessof the lifting of those stormy years,each moment an eternityto … Continue reading Sea Dance
You are not broken. We all have our chips,scabs and scars,stories hidden, the search and strivefor perfect,itself a myth; you are perfectas is, each soul a treasure,measured not by appearanceor the illusion of wholeness,for we are equally completewhen love washes over us for no shell is enclosed,though we shrink within, open and in rotation,vulnerable heartssearch … Continue reading See Past Shells
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
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
Lone fisherman at the sea I watch as the sun begins to bleed into the horizon and the golden makes a moment of the scene that in turn seeps into me and coats in a honey so sweet each of my memories and dreams. The fisherman fades in footsteps away into the sunrise of a … Continue reading Lone Fisherman
Storm whisperer usually,with arms outstretched,welcoming the powerand harnessing it within, sometimes the tempestturns on meand brings to the surfacethings long buried and distorts my abilitywith the stinging rainto see clearlythrough such blinding pain; it is then that I tend tocollapse in the mirage of the puddle,sinking fathoms deepinto the dark aqua-underworld, forgetting how to breathe,forgetting … Continue reading Puddle Abyss
It has been way too long since I've gone to the ocean. And it's across the street! Shame on me! That was my thought (again) yesterday after work, after another week that emotionally and mentally and therefore physically drained me to the max. This morning, the call was way too strong to ignore. My soul … Continue reading Sunrise Chasing
