Archive for February, 2017


~ Little ones dream ~

Deep within

the candlelight,

The palest glow

of soft moonlight,

The crackle of undergrowth

under foot,

The Smokey smell 

of earthen soot,

A dilapidated cabin 

in the wood,

Hidden by the trees

for good,

Past the stream where thirst

you slake,

Through the woods 

to ominous lake,

The lake is irregular

long and wide,

With over grown shelter

where wildlife hide,

The snap of a twig

the move of a leaf,

Something unseen

watching beneath,

Across the lake

in moonlight glow,

A golden fawn

and mother doe,

So graceful in

the quiet still,

Watched by majestic stag

with iron will,

Skim across water 

fireflies,

Its almost time

for our goodbyes,

The Moon on his lofty perch

so high,

Has kissed each Star

across the sky,

And now he must go 

to his bed,

The dawn awakes us

from our bed,

Hush little one

open your eyes,

Wave your sleepy dreams

goodbyes,

The sun is out

a brand new day,

For you to smile

laugh and play….


.x.



~ Show me…. ~

​….show me 

the ruins of your soul,

I’ll show you they’re not ruins

you are whole,

Show me this darkness

that you hide,

I’ll show you

your brilliance inside,

You tell me I’ll leave

from your decay,

I’m telling you your amazing

and I’ll stay….

.x.

Love….

“Ok. Humor me.” He said. “Tell me.”

“A hurricane.” She said simply. “Imagine the a person as a hurricane, they have to stay on the edges and never get to close. They destroy or leave in disarray everything they touch.” She sighed…. “Such intensity, passion, an emotional whirlwind. Not many could cope with that.” 

“If it were real? It would be lonely.” He smiled.

“Yes….” She looked down.

“Now imagine that hurricanes a fire. When I finally showed him? He showed me that there’s an ocean inside of him that would calm my fire, deal with the emotions, the intensity, that would take my storms.”

He nodded, understanding but lost in thought.

“Tell me who wouldnt want to drown in the calming intensity of another?” She drew a circle on the table with her finger. “I told him that he was my darkness, the perfect pitch for me. Truth is? He’s my light.”


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