A clear, blue sky early morning but as we were on our way we murdered a mourning dove today. Two flew into the air, one swerved, we missed but the other slammed into our window. A vision of feathers flying askew as an aqueous… Continue Reading “Black & Blue & Grey”
The dark end of the empty street is where her soul longs to reside cloaking her imperfections hiding in the sombre night.
This then is my truest of truths: I miss you in my waking hours when night is gone and morning comes for then there are no magical dreams to which I may once more succumb.
My Beloved Why are these tainted tears familiar Have they been patiently waiting in the cold dark corners
Standing under burgeoning boughs Air thick with weight of morning rain I recall your murmurs and marvel how I still feel your soulful pain.
At the broken window while tears slide down her face she wonders how she came to be in this dreadful place At the broken window while the world keeps spinning on Her life has fallen around her with the coming of… Continue Reading “At The Broken Window”