Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Ocean, timeless. All stages and walks of life equally embraced, welcoming the soul to seek and find... No two secrets alike, but the sea harbors so many similar dreams, secret pleas whispered, its waves filled with such murmurs... Some search for shells, some for treasures, some look for those bottles with rolled up letter-answers, some … Continue reading Ocean Timeless
In the silence, blooms slowly awaken from deep sleep, each petal fading in to life, colored gradually by individual rays of soft, natural light. I wait in line. The peace already activating me inside, a hymnal hum with lost lyrics returning to mind. Here comes my light... I am ready. Old me, goodbye. Evolution of … Continue reading Silent Awakening
The thing about hope-feathers and wishies is that they depend on the breeze for launching. On this still day, sorrow wants to hang so heavily, but perhaps instead, I'll lend a soft breath just to keep these someday dreams from dying completely. All words and images on this site ©LauraDenise
Every cloud has a silver lining, they say, and that light framing the shadows fills me with hope, but it's the golden emerging, its illumination reflected from the gates of heaven, that hushes my soul. The silver, it seems, dries my tears, and the golden produces them, for one eases my fears, … Continue reading Light in the Clouds
I will never tire of morning birdsong, the daily rising of the sun, the ways the rays beam between trees, the clouds that form in such artistry, the freedom flaunted in wildflowers, all the colors of twilight hours, the breezes that rouse my desires, the stars that kindle my dreams afire, for as long as … Continue reading I Will Never Tire
Sunrise kisses brushed upon eyelids, Quenching drops nourishing, renewing, the spirit, Velvet petals caressing the flesh, erasing false perfections, inner seeds in ecstasy sacrificially spilling, Breezes always joyfully willing to carefully carry the heart's deepest wishes, Lonely floating feathered silhouettes receiving comforting sunset ripples, Faithful mutually blooming companion, a bud always returning, Upon a pure … Continue reading This Is
A heart fills regardless of holes, its capacity surpasses expectations ten-fold. The well inside never remains dry despite the perception of hopelessness at the time of its most severe drought– that thirst, that ache, that doubt... I know, for I've felt both that hole in the pit of the abyss of the … Continue reading The Rising
Soundless snowflakes, silent night, white star lights faintly decorate the sky, and I keep my eyes and heart open wide, close my mind, still time... Every night painted fresh by the brush of His breath, O holy night granted to the blessed witness... I look up, and my center calms, spirits lift and … Continue reading Silent Night
The thing about matters of the heart and soul is that they are buried deep. The thing about the search for home is that it is a destination we cannot, in this life, reach. But the matters of the heart and soul are hidden clues we are meant to unearth in time. Some are … Continue reading Matters of the Heart and Soul
Through love-filtered lenses past evergreen irises, the light of the morning mingles and mixes with the glow of her soul, and inner beauty rises to dance with the sun as he whispers and kisses…
