Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
My love, come to the garden to pray Pass through the gate that’s always open For God is here to guide your soul’s way.
Waiting for late evening time when we both shine on as one in this place where you are mine we love from sun to sun.
The roses we planted together are thriving. They bloom profusely in Spring, and then again near your birthday in December. You loved your Rio Samba roses mom. I’m always amazed at not only their size, but also the profusion of color they display. I… Continue Reading “Haibun: Mother’s Rose”
Empty spaces between these blackest of words where thoughts never spoken go unheard as they fall into the vast abyss of our souls.
Our love, transcending all boundaries forging a path to each other with our hearts and minds opened
Come Mon Chéri, sip on my red wine ‘neath the tender bowers of the jasmine vine.
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