There is this star that glimmers beyond the branches of a tree out back. Small as it may be, it caught my eye. Not everything needs to shout and not everything needs to hustle. Steadfast, beyond the grave, it shimmers tonight, reminding me of you. Not because you embody it’s presence, but maybe more because […]Read More Star
There’s a razor’s edge between our tongues that cuts us through our core. I loved you once and I love you still in the space where we want more. More of life and laughter, and a future where it lay between two hearts. The bleeding and pulsing that it sliced between this part: The part […]Read More Razor’s Edge.
Between the Land of Nod and Wakefulness, lay a string of gold; A resting place for how far you’ve come and all that you’ve been told. Between the Land of Nod and Wakefulness … it seems … there’s a place to rest your head, a place to wander through the night as you slip into […]Read More Between the Land of Nod & Wakefulness.
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.” Where the herons fly in solitude, Through serenity, And where the swallows lap the air. Where souls stand to conquer demons And the angels take up their wings, Where dissonance disappears And euphoria bellows and sings. Where the dream catchers […]Read More There is a Field.