Friday, July 6, 2018


Her canvas
His words
come to life
in the silence
Painted in loves
true rarity
Alive with
vibrant clarity
Her canvas
His words
Resound in the
silence heard...

In a dream
I see my destiny
A love so real
I wake anew,
but daylight is
my harsh reality
and I struggle 
to get through
The morning after,
is my only clue...

In a parallel universe
where day is night,
exists a world of
my own device
Where reality is 
never sure, for the
road ahead is often
And, perception,
once perceived,
is now deception
masked in dream
Both worlds must
collide, yet, only
one shall survive
Which one will
I choose, knowing
either way...
I lose

Thursday, June 28, 2018

The Light

The day begins as it did before
Never-ending, of this, I'm sure
And in a darkened sky...
Where I cannot tell the
day from night
I wander, aimlessly, 
searching for 
the infamous light
A light, I am told, 
guides those who seek, 
to their very soul
from deep within,
this light is love,
it will not dim, 
Still... for me,
the light, elusive, 
remains a mystery
A secret puzzle,
one must solve
A quest, perhaps? 
which answers 

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Friday, June 8, 2018


Upon a pedestal
I placed your love
Higher than the
moon above
Believing the light
that shone within
Ever bright, could
never dim
Basking in its
shimmering glow
I gave you my
heart, you took
my soul
For, alas, I see,
as the light
slowly fades
You now look
Onto the love
I gave
Upon a pedestal
I placed your love
Forgetting my own
whilst looking

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Time to let go

A melancholy moment
with the rising of dawn
A sense of clarity
come and gone
For I've said goodbye
again and again
In tears that won't flow,
for you, my friend,
Yet, the soul cries
liar, and I cannot
deny, the feelings
of longing deep
But, my heart,
my heart,
speaks a truth,
the soul does
not know
It is time the
heart whispers,
to just let

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Musings of the heart and home

Home is where the heart is...
Or so I've been told
Though I've often wondered,
Is the heart at home?
For once the heart has broken,
can it truly still reside,
with the memory 
of love's token,
living deep inside?