Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
In the dreaming hours juxtaposed between keeping watch on the ticking clock and
Here I sit years later, still trusting love will prevail yet the things I see in this world it appears to no avail
Beautiful harmony of two hearts released a quickening of breath and the fall-ing with a flash of pale flesh thoughtless recklessness
And my darling when these eyes cry in the night for you do you awaken, does your soul take flight to caress away my blues?
The air is cool and apple crisp as I take an early morning walk through my garden. There is a hint of Autumn’s gold gleaming on the wings of birds as they soar through the turquoise sky. The breeze rustles through the Mesquite tree,… Continue Reading “Garden Walk”
In my sleep I whimper as you whisper my name calling me to come hither in the shushing haze while the hypnotic pitter patter of the morning rain plinks upon the piano keys of my ragged pain
And the wind sighed as earth cried weeping toxic tears caused by man whose harsh hand has not held her dear
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