Poet. Writer. Photographer. Nature-Lover.
Somewhere over the rainbow, beyond the shore, beyond the bay, someone is daydreaming of getting away to the paradise I get to live in every day, yet here I am already there, upon the same rainbow daydreaming of following the arc to the paradise of your arms if but only for one evening... … Continue reading Same Rainbow
Audio (Click here.) Oh, Great Coral Conch Shell by the seashore, if I whisper you my secrets, will you share with me yours? If I tell you what I think about these mysteries to be true, will you reveal nuances subtly as clues? If I sat here still and listened attentively, would you tell me … Continue reading Seashell Ifs
We all (hopefully) have memories and associations tied to kites. For me, it conjures up the idealism of carefreeness, takes me back to childhood, my own but also nostalgically, in general, observing the kite-fliers about me in the present, often older generations enjoying the tradition with younger ones. As an adult, I have acquired the … Continue reading A Dream on a String
I harness storms and moons through raised arms and submersion in sea, accepting, channeling, the power and glow into the innermost depths of me. Do I look any different? My aura, the galaxies in my eyes? Because I feel the change, the invincibility, when my soul soaks in the rain and night lights. … Continue reading Beneath the Super Moon
Somewhere over the rainbow is where my future lies. I pleasantly pass the present, each day enjoy, take my time, yet there is an impatience always skipping in me childlike, starry-eyed, for foolishly, I dare to keep this romantic dream alive. Is it bad to harbor such hope inside, to carry you in my heart … Continue reading I Wish We Might
Our love comes softly, a whisper that turns to melody and plays over my fears habitually, a trickle that drips, that slowly fills, despite the cracks and inner hole, overflows, spills, a flicker in the eyes from the light of our souls, a wordless knowing, glimpse of the divine through glassless windows, … Continue reading Our Love Comes
No pearl in the clam, and the diamond came off, but she still searches for treasures and messages in bottles, for a heart afloat on a dream can never be drowned, so long as the moon sends beacons down... (Reflection on a photo taken 7/6/17)
I prefer the reflections swirling and pleasantly distorted in my pond of peace, in this made-up world inverted. I know when I look up, all of that will vanish, and reality will be waiting right where I left it, so I stay a while longer because it's where you are in these dreams I … Continue reading Preferring Reflections
Paradoxical are the aesthetics that compel and lure me; I bask in the colors, but the simple and pure still me, draw me in, speak in whispers to my soul in ancient tongues. Bring me to the birdsong, closer to the clouds, sit in silence with me as the stars come out, make … Continue reading Simple and Pure
I wrap myself in your aura and begin to glow, smile failing to disguise itself. Oh, how I lose everything that never mattered when enveloped in this emanation of rapture. You are my healing gem, your soft magic drawing me in, somehow calling to my core to ignite itself as its own source, … Continue reading I Wrap Myself
