Just finished reading Kayla. I really love it, just awesome. Vital evocative message. Beautiful imagery. It made my heart sing.
First light earth’s light rim greyed with storm. First awareness born as wind’s realm swirls whispering promise of your coming… Full rounded belly pregnant cloud hangs, waiting, as do I… Electric otherworld rumbles as you turn my way and I taste, in the flaring intensity, your elemental urgency for expression, for connection, for release. … Continue reading For Nettie
As a shift in the current, a quickening, you appear through my day to play across my lips as a smile that lightens these eyes. Ethereal one, shimmering at the edge of my psyche, how strangely you touch my senses From afar… Could I, from here reach for your hand and thank you … Continue reading From afar
It’s been a long time, old friend, made longer by the fullness of years passing. No doubt your life, like mine, was flush with chapters of life insistent, laying claim to every precious irredeemable moment. Dislodging the last, replacing the past with that ceaseless passion for next page, the next story, the next truth. Yet … Continue reading For Ronny
Today I watched over the fjord counting the years since I fell into the ocean of your loving. Captivated, as the water in fathoms immeasurable, between sculpted cliff and boulder, leaning shoulder to shoulder, like the hours and days passing. Keepers of memory and time, these ancient guides, scribe in watermarks indelibly in their … Continue reading Today I watched over the fjord
Drawn back to the café my friend smiles, welcoming. And I am reminded of those who trust in the thread of tangibility that defines my life line. Who take what I cannot see and reflect with angles, subtle and unexpected, the nature of my presence on their path.
Crazy it feels, as if we seek the same yet for you… from this man… for another And I? I would be with you. Feel you feel me then ache as you turn away again.. Talking concessions, Grieving already the limitations you’re finding. For whose sake? this compromise, this complicity of hearts. And mine? Too … Continue reading Crazy it feels
Love whispered its promise in my ear, lingering, as though with longing echoed. Trailed its fingers across my body, through my resistance into my heart. Teasing with the touch of delight, the thrill of possibility… and fled.
Weighing the words I might whisper into the darkness would I measure their worth on scales of time, of depth, of intensity? Or would their very weightlessness set the measure of the freedom that has graced my soul with your presence.