Expressions of sunlight, burning delight, mysteries in moonlight silence the night. Echoed souvenirs line the walls, defining here our treasured moments, as well as hidden fears. It's one of life's greatest pleasures and toughest journeys, embracing the hurts and joys, alike, to free our tears.
There are songs I sing still, but so long forgotten, haunting a story that should rest, disturbing my slumber with a touch I can't seem to remember, yet must remind myself to forget. I stand aside to let it pass, but the melody twists and turns through these valleys, relentlessly searching to bring me back … Continue reading Songs of Regret
On teardrops and rose petals, I come to you, slipping through your window, just past the morning dew. I touch you with a whisper, kiss you with my heart, an echo from the past, a promise in the dark. Your body moves alongside me, beyond the years and past the many miles in this place … Continue reading Morning Dew
Between silence and a whisper, I find magic in the moments of snow on rooftops, fresh under my feet and in the remnants it leaves on the strangers I meet. A ghost among them, I'm very much alive, sure of my fortune, I fly rather than run along this path of mine. Near the lake, … Continue reading I Pause for Ghosts