My soulBarrenSave for a questionLight shines down and outInstinct moonLoveFiguredPeaceWhisper to meLike the windFill me~

The pebble is smoothWeight in my handWorn by the wavesThat rocked itGently to shoreHolding this pressuredPiece of earthI am overwhelmed by its beautyComplete, rounded, solidSome of the stones breakBeneath my feet,Fragile slate and dried mudBut you, dear pebble,Remain outwardly unchanged,If I have left a markIt is one I will never seeI have thought of those…

Your simplicity shapes me,Your strength holds me still.Your cool core calms me,And your weight is my anchorYou wear your mantle of history,Etched by layers of sand and water,Wisdom and truthTime is meaningless to you,You bear it like the gentleEmbrace of the evening tide.If I hold you too close, will youCrumble to sand, like the dried…

Dewdrops on a blade ofGrass, like a pearlDelicate, fragileOne small movementPrecious destroyedLife mirrored.

One drop of rain fills the riverOne grain of sand builds a pearlOne empty cup overflowsListen to the thunderOf aButterfly’s wing

the rain last night left me sleeplessit sang against the windowin the deepest hoursleft me restless and wonderingabout the smallest moments of my life where will this wandering take me?though now i feel i am waitinglike one of those raindropshoping to fall from the window sillto join others in something biggerthan myself one day maybe…

i watched myself in the mirrorthere shattered on the floora thousand pieces of mescattered, staring back there can be no mendingit seemsonce the glass is brokenjust sweep the shards uptoss them away– forgotten what lays beyond that momentthat moment of refuse?the glass then groundto powder by another handand fire to melt it to form againnot…

lost in momentsthat shine like starsin the deep night skya trap some say,like drowningin a rushing rivertoss in the torrentand left to die on the shores a photograph to remind meof what was preciousand wastedtaken forgrantedforgottenand lovedsimply loved the shell of me walks in thehallways searchingfor a place to restto lay down whenliving is too…

misted fields bathedin autumn goldleaves glisten with the morning lines of sunlight breakingthrough the treescut the ribbon of roadwinding throughswirling and dancing gossamer thoughtsfloat in amongst the hoveringpassing like walkingthrough spirit i cannot be still in this stillnesseven the birds canin their morning slumber yet i move with the windsdown and along the gravel roadwhen…

caught in the reflectionin the glasses on the deskperched on books and papershere, now more than for readingi realize… and ask what do i see there? the windowsharp lineson more glassand sunlight that falls over memorewhat do i see there? gentle curve of metal framewhile the seeing is heldthrough themwhat don’t i see therewhen i…

this fearthis lovethis is my walli cannot break it downor let it goi hear it mumblingin quiet tonesto find peacesolaceis that what i want?always the goalhas been to loveand be loved in returnbut who can do thiswhen i cannot simplymanage the high crested wavesthat crash overor drown me in the pullunseen yet devestatingor when the…

turning in a momentof blisslike thunder chasingthe wind silence the sound of the rippleafter the first tear fallsafter the last drop comes homeechoes within me turningin a momentlike thunderchasing silenceafter it passes when the wings stop beatingand the wind is still as deathbetween nowhere and everywherei am free ~