Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Do you know my voice as it calls to you deep in the blue-black night? I’ve searched so long but you, ever elusive as shadows dancing on a sunny day, out of reach, out of sight.
“It is the burden of life to be many ages without seeing the end of time.”- Jim Harrison When hot young blood courses through our veins we never ponder there will be an end and then the fragility of life brings an epiphany
The illusion of time when we are bound to the ticking hands or the ancient hourglass counting the weeping sands
She fought the gorgeous storm with all her delicate strength Spent and tired, at last she fell giving in to the mighty wind.
When she looks in the mirror, she sees the girl like a bright beacon of light from within with rosy cheeks, and bouncing red curls and a body that was willow switch thin.
Recent Comments