Ishaisms, Love, Nature, Poetry

The Sun and the Mountain

He loved her like the sun loves the mountain... she was part of a hard and cold belt, he kissed her peak, her fear and pain, and in his touch, she did melt. And when in his touch she did melt, clear and bubbling did her rivers flow, for the true love and bliss that… Continue reading The Sun and the Mountain

Ishaisms, Love, Poetry

He says…

He says that I'm timeless ...for he's known me through all my lives He says that I'm beautiful ...even when overcome with sighs He says that I'm evocative ...when he looks into my eyes He says that I'm haunting ...that it's something about my voice He says that I'm unforgettable ...and claims that no one… Continue reading He says…