There are these buried questions within!
The sub concision has its’s own reality...
Finding my path in my twilight zone.
Where light and darkness cohabitate...
Without telltale signs of me clinging to my...
Regret fantasy and desire laid bare...
The potential of a blossom on a tree
Resonates with me...
when I walk around I know I am not the only one
to see what is happening in real time...
The dilemma before me is intense.
What is the space between the grains...
A dream finds its way to a poem.
Articulating that. what starts in the realm of...
lost and found in the flash of a brain fart...
Listen and listen good, love changes everything!
If only my thoughts could transform into a...
The midnight sky is winking at me on the bush...
Calling me softly, gently ‘come home...
You!
Who stitched your image from borrowed skin...
The sky is so blue and the
Little birds are flying high too...