Stars
Even a star has no eternal life, I realized, when I saw one fall from unearthly high, graciously -star wise. …
Even a star has no eternal life, I realized, when I saw one fall from unearthly high, graciously -star wise. …
At night, out on the deck beneath a moonless sky, surrounded by the emptiness of this purest shade of black, …
Scribbling words to fill the great blank, erasing empty spaces by connecting lines together; where thoughts do gather until stopped …
The wooden plank forms the bridge between the landlocked life with daily strife that hushed the longing deep inside my …
The old wooden floors creak the way old floors tend to do, bringing back the sounds; soft rustling silk dresses, …
On long warm summer nights she sits outside in her garden, gazing at the moonlit hills, her eyes are soft …
We don’t know each other’s name you, the one with sky blue eyes and I, traveling together in a dream, …
On a day like today when reeds whisper, ripples crack mirrors of creeks- and all trees sigh. Disturbed, birds take …
It’s not solely the tragic life you faced, your voice or the words of your chansons, no, it’s all of …
Etched in my memory that one day in May, when my spoken words created your silence; and from your face, …