The arms of the ocean
When the arms of the cold empty ocean are my only consoling caress, and the wide open sky encircled by …
When the arms of the cold empty ocean are my only consoling caress, and the wide open sky encircled by …
Close your eyes! Stay very, very still. Feel the energy all around you. It is your soul, your inner self… …
Above us, where span the lactescent arcades of the sky, Where azure and pearl frame the cloud-swelling meadows on high, …
Exquisite is the stillness found in spring As nature wakes to every living thing— Fresh fields of poppy, phlox, and …
The ancient house has set beyond the hill, Yet stars recall the grandeur of its reign And whisper stories when …
The hands of clocks are spinning round the face of time so fast, while all the walls come crumbling down …
The opening is sterile, bloodless, a necessary nexus; nature lingers, lapping at the heels of my passing. A sparrow stills …
I am adrift in an ocean of silence, sinking beneath each breath whispered over the curvilinear space she fills, leaving …