Old Soul in the New Age

I am the whispering wind in the cold night; the shooting star with a trail of white; I am all worlds; I am a tale; I am the bird heralding the gale... I am the dawn, the dusk, the will o' th' wisp; I am the footprint on the sand, and the rescue ship; I…

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…

Cusp of a Kiss

Never again will the same sandy shore be treaded upon oblivious to the crowds of sunbathers and poets. Never again shall the salty sea breeze blow past this northern terrain or mistletoes be gathered prematurely by the suspecting Cupid! It's run its course - whate'er it was - a blue moon, a passing storm... We'll…

CONSUMED

If I could write as deeply as I love,wine would rain down from the skiesand we'd dance underneathverses would flow from our veins and symphony reside in the tap of our feetbreathing fire would make anewtowns and cities fall on their knees,leaving the earth more fertilethan heaven,in its gloriously destructive wake And so,I search wildly…

If I let myself remember you

If I let myself remember you as you were, before you left - and not as you are in memories I curated mindfully for the museum of your being- a life taken all too soon, I know, I will never want to wake up again. If I let myself remember how sick you got, how…