On Southern Shores
I could forget it’s winter here at all were not the sun hung low against the sky. Like almost every day throughout the year, it burns off morning fog till …
Crossing the Rubicon
gnarled knees of bark moan softly through the voice of autumn’s breeze tremored silhouettes hold silence mimicking rippled frequencies tugging at the expectation of a breathless journey an unassuming span …
Safe Passage
Meander with me down that winding trail, remembering the way it was before. Back then, when we set paper ships to sail, and chased their passage, safe upon the shore. …
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[ thoughts, like a breeze ]
thoughts, like a breeze, soar currents across space – to linger within us innately viewed they offer a sense of truth to unending choices ethereal voices that whisper ghostly messages …
Because …
Because of what you do for me, I’m looking at the mystery of life and death through cloudless eyes as waves of gratitude arise like billows on the sea. Though …