Almost 22 years ago, I married a wonderful man. At the time, I worked for a very large company based in Sweden. Anyone care to take a wild guess? It was my first week back from our honeymoon, and I had an important meeting…
I am the restless ocean, you a tempest storm churning our waters into a whirlwind of wants plunging us into murky depths of desire where we linger, and soon surrender to that which our fates have conspired.
Come, walk with me and I’ll tell you a story of this verdant forest dark and deep for here is where the universe keeps hidden her secrets from the world where the willow dances over the cool gurgling stream.
To be a creative child once more dreaming of Rose the bright violet horse to skip and play, counting only to four hopscotching your way through life’s course.
Your sweet wine lingered on my bruised lips when
-By Linda Lee Lyberg That which quenches A parched thirst Desolate hunger Lonely wanting An aching yearning
I am the willow You are the river I bend, I sway with the wind, I hang my majestic head and surround you Offering shelter when the world is falling down Baring my soul’s scars to your heart.