[ If I were a painter I’d paint you in colors ]
If I were a painter I’d paint you in colors Of emerald and olive and amaranth-red, Agleam in the beam …
If I were a painter I’d paint you in colors Of emerald and olive and amaranth-red, Agleam in the beam …
A Mayfly lives a single day So every moment counts. Her time is metered out to her In minuscule amounts. …
Within me beat opposing hearts.The blood in one is light and life the other baleful, dark as death. I am …
A full stop can sometimes appear in mid-sentence the story could suddenly end in a flash, It’s sad when we find …
If I had a hundred hearts, I’d give them all to you, And if I had a hundred more, They’d …
I fell into the riverbed in desperate search of sleep.
The winter melt had long since gone (the waters were not deep)
Yet Autumn’s early frost had rimed the trickling river’s tears.
Engulfed in such as this all other thinking disappears.
You came to me a welcome thief, I have no one to blame. I held a foolish, firm belief that …
Each day a knife walk, life and death, Step left to die or right to breath. My time will come …