What is that thing?Could it be a grub?No, my good man! It is a love nub! Neither here and neither there, you might lose it in all the hair. Some are small and some are large. But if you press it, then you’re in charge.What is that thing, I ask again? Like a feathered pecking…
Month: November 2019
Suppressed Being
Fall back, oh lonely walls.Most precious of these held beauty.At dusk she grasped and lifted eyes thatseldom marveled at sweet surprise. Lean close, oh bated breath.Sauntering slow in deepened embrace.Eager to chance a gaze,those radiant fire eyes. Be still, oh blazing heart.Hold tender this song of yearning.Place thoughtful sounds down softly,as sheltered is love that…
I am the Night
Never fear, my little one.I am The Night.I am not soft or quick.But if you ask,I can be.My eyes feel your spell,swirling soft in the darkness.My heart hears our song,sweetly lingering in our bones.I am The Night, little one.Do not fear me.I am only absent light.Do not love me.The stars will chase me away.Do not…
Ideal Love
Like the somber love of two embers thrown from a fire, climbing ever higher into the sky. Always remembering the warmth of the other, an edge to keep their inner fires burning. They climb. They burn. They light the path for others who dream.
Did I write this?
Time has slowed.So slow that I can count the leaves fall one by one.The autumn colors have faded and lost their ways.The ground has grown cold and dry.Yet I still feel your warmth, like the morning sun on my skin.The feel reminds me of the first time our lips touched.A rush, a desire, a fire.
Sand Birds
Dainty birds snuggle on a steady stretching wire. The moon wanes slow past heightened labors of a fire.Rushing sounds around are deafened by their sighs. Hearts weaving heavy while they peered into the sky. They set aside woes; seeking comfort; speaking slow. The rush of the fire sweetly burned with their desire. Catching ends aflame…
Severing Breath
Air wrapped around their plumed limbs, drying and stretching them simultaneously. Their frail bodies danced in the ever increasing gale as they fought to keep tight their hold. The thought of loosing their grip sent tremors through their minds, shaking their resolve, and yet they held fast. Today was not the day for these to…
Introduction
The sky was white with fury. Perhaps it was only in my mind, my perception of the atmosphere being one of blinding light. Was this my birth? Cold. Wet. Screaming. It had to be my birth day. “What will you name him?” a voice bluntly asked. Two sets of eyes darted around the room. “We…
Where is the will?
The blessed light is known by many names, providing strength and purpose. The Will of Fire. Absolute Resolve. What is your burning passion?