On the secrets unlocked in the passing of souls.
Category: Poetry
The Blind One’s Journey
Searching for what was can be more attractive than seeing what is.
Achernar
There— at the end of the river a star shines brightly... As the day breaks it slowly disappears, becomes meek amongst the luminescent sun, the boisterous clouds, the daring gulls that make themselves known flitting about loudly throughout the day guided by some knowing, but perhaps... they too don't know like us perhaps they just … Continue reading Achernar
Sugar, honey words
The self destructive sting of a honeybee, and the sweet nothings I no longer want.
When Leaves Leave
With every crunch a reminder of summer day's past and winter days to come.
Autumn
And homage to the changing seasons.
