Category: Poetry

Finding the Way: Day 18

skimming through water

Finding the Way: Day 17

summer wheat drooping

The Sound of Flying

In my dreams he doesn’t speak yet somehow I hear his words I know I hurt you when I left but I had no other choice because you see my love I had to decide, it was you or me.

Finding The Way: Day 16

golden morning light

Rigor Mortis

“If we don’t know life, how can we know death?” Confucius We all must die this I know, but the puzzle that remains is why some go before growing old, snatched from life before their time.

Starlight

I adore summer evenings spent in sweet revelry wrapped in your arms dancing under

Finding The Way- Day 15

Sacred pink lotus