Poet. Writer. Photographer.
My favorite kind of sky graces me tonight. No matter moon's shape or size, it is the clouds that catch my eye (no surprise) in the way they float by as a reminder in time the dark always gives way to the light. In the distance, the wind chimes softly join in nature's lullaby; trees … Continue reading Night Air
After the storm, after the dark clouds part and the winds die down, and the heavens opens up, it is clear that God is present; it is when we are in the midst of it that we are challenged to not forget all along, He held us.
The sun each early morning seems to highlight the flowers with extra meaning, the tenderness emitting such soft-spoken beauty that celestially enwraps my soul and whispers finally, "Welcome home," and I've never known this feeling, never seen in the interaction between the petals and beams realized dreams on the brink until there was you.
Let me be. I need no treatment for this obsession, my sky fascination, constant, non-stop mesmerization. Let me keep my celestial connection. Let me keep spinning in my colorful imagination the endless possibilities of everything beyond this. Let me keep my dreams sprinkled with romance. Let me continue up there upon the clouds to dance... … Continue reading Let Me Be
For a moment, I get lost, and in that moment, I fall still, sunset upon golden wildflowers blur the division between worlds. My dreams and reality merge, forming a portal, yet in this moment, I feel the empowerment of control, not the control I foolishly chase in denial, never able to keep everything in its … Continue reading Between Worlds
Heart-sensors extra sensitive, picking up mixed signals of every human emotion, eyes brim with unidentified sadness but do not spill over, for tears that mix simultaneously with happiness get recalled to the cauldron to start over in the feelings-concoction, stirred not by hand but all that I am, have been through, have yet to see, … Continue reading Mystery to Me
Just another Monday morning getting out of the car at work, just another opportunity to fine-tune my attitude at the week's start, to remember how every sparkle in the eyes of my masked face can make a world of a difference when it graces someone's day. The lights above the stadium's remind me of the … Continue reading Just Another Monday Morning
Flowers wish not for the raindrops to detach; petals cling to brief love affairs in the fleeting overcast. Time and gravity and even sun seem against them, pull apart the bonds. But sometimes a flower simply loves the rain, the way so naturally both simultaneously bloom and glisten when so tenderly embraced.
Sometimes, I think of those few I offered my heart to, but I try not to, for the sting threatens to unstitch me; no matter how much sugar I pour in the wounds, the truth of the matter is none of them wanted me. Perhaps these romantic dreams I weave keep me suspended above the … Continue reading Suspended
My breath gives life to your dreams,a fresh breezethat more than stirsthose visionsfaded in dormancy,in hibernationdeep down,too long asleep;they do more than wakeas they rise upto frolic and play,overly-delighted,dancing jubilantly–an eternal green spring. My breath gives life to the youyou've been hiding;every shadowed corner insidereceives my beacon lightcalling your soulto shed its heavy layers,to let … Continue reading My Breath
