Feathers & Wishies

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

Light in the Clouds

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

This Is

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