I’m Back * Back to the open spaces, Some sense of rebirth, A yielding to memories – Some vivid and beautiful, Some with a winsome
Photo by Filipe Almeida on Unsplash Love Love begins with a flashing flicker Of a dormant heart Awakened to belonging: An awesome sense Of the heart no longer
You Are * You are the butterfly That flits furiously Inside this reckless heart… You are a soft song Of love I cannot Find the
The Midnight Call The lights of the city were being slowly swallowed up by a darkness made more visceral by thick clouds-covering the moon and
Louvre Museum in Paris, France Her Eyes Held My Heart * It mattered not my direction Her soft mysterious eyes Followed each step I took
©Above It All The fire was dying down to flickering embers, and the sudden coolness of a clear night slowly burrowed into my slender frame.