A contest of thought brought to mind how many times she entered my memory, Upon waking or, entertaining the last waking moments she tended to reside sitting in my armchair staring at the fire, as if she could read my mind, It pleasured her, you know possessing the thought of someone thinking about her…… Continue reading Contest…
I felt like being blown away with her ways, wild and windy, She blew into my life, taking me by storm, never allowing me to catch my breath, once A Tempest, she was waiting out her storm was never an option, I possessed Being blown away in her maelstrom swept me off my feet,…… Continue reading Wild & Windy…
Never wanting to know exactly how you felt never wanting to ask, if the feelings, we shared were real, never having the courage to look directly into your eyes never wanting anything else but you, never asking for anything more than what love could give us, never wanting to share my days and nights…… Continue reading Never…
Do you sit, in the dark wondering where my words have gone, when I stay silent do you miss my smile, my giggles, do you wish I knocked at your door, suddenly without notice do you… do you need my arms to nestle in, after hanging your worries at the door… do you want to…… Continue reading Do you ever wonder…
She sat as the writing cabinet. Alone at last, she let a burning tear run down her cheek. She turned her fountain pen over and over again, wondering where to start, and what to say… For too long, the silence had settled, punching her in the chest a hundred times a day, leaving her…… Continue reading My Dear,
She sat. Alone. Cold. And sorry. Her words, her opinions, her dreams going unnoticed in the crowd. Sighing by the window, she whispered to the wind… That’s what I loved about him… He saw me.
My morning light thoughts cannot equal your nighttime dark ones caught we are, between dark and light between heaven and hell, As my day begins so ends yours My dream thoughts have faded into the light of the morning sun while you are still living the day just passed, still existing in the fading…… Continue reading Morning Light Thoughts….
She was someone who did things to my mind that no one else had ever done, She lived her life and I lived mine, separate in our own existence running parallel to each other never quite meeting, never quite connecting, I tuned my thoughts into hers, but sometimes the static broke and disturbed…… Continue reading She Was Someone…
via Daily Prompt: Maze You didn’t tell me you were a maze, when I came knocking at the doors of your heart. Heavily guarded, by the winds of change. Swirling voices, all the same deep and playfull, telling me I was too short for the ride, then pushing me through the gate… You didn’t tell…… Continue reading Maze…
It’s one of my favorite words in French. Épiphanie. Almost the same as in English, but not quite… And I still prefer words like lullaby, in English. But that’s not the point. It was early when Miss Freja decided to go toe hunting this morning. She still has her claws, and I got a very clear reminder…… Continue reading Epiphany…
Cyranny's Cove 