Make Mischief

The night sky conspires and the playful stars make mischief a purple evening is unveiled glimmering, sparkling beyond belief! Clouds carpet their airy domain as lamps beam for the lovers to behold the iridescent moon that welcomes them their eyes lit, lit like their souls... And then the rain does shower in sonatas sweeter than…

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…

Love

Something so divine can never be my doom, something so pure and sanctified, can never undo, all that I am, by love, is grown to magnanimity, to everlasting bloom. I am no fool here, not even blind; all my senses are awake; and my mind is in tune with my spirit, purged, purified, by this…

The Wind and the Tree

In the days of old, on an isolated icy mountain, far up the Northern belt of a place that now boasts only of ruins, of debris, of poetry - of the essence of a great love that once existed; a great battle, that once was fought; and the low, pining rustling of the suspicious, secluded,…

THE LANDLORD’S WIFE

This is a page, dear reader, from my life about a love both secret and unspoken, for, you see, she was the landlord’s wife – and I, a lonely surveyor and month-long tenant. On a misty eve in an icy, grey, November, did I make my way to her elegant door, as the mountains with…