Into Clouds of Lions and Tigers

Into Clouds of Lions and Tigers AsI laythere alonein the dark nightwaiting for reposemy restless mind wandersI’d be lying to myselfif I said I didn’t miss youthe sound of your voice, your amber eyesthoughts and memories tumble through my headthen I’m flying high, light as heliumsoaring across cornflower blue skiessearching for your gentle spiritI’m freefallingContinue reading “Into Clouds of Lions and Tigers”

Mourning Has Broken

Mourning Has Broken She clasps secret old love lettersin her weathered, frail handsraises them to face, inhaling deepthe faint scent of old spice and must. She wades amidst turbulent watersthe sound of waves crashingthe music of the years gone bytumbling through her mind. Time and fate take their toll,and the mourning has broken.Too many memoriesContinue reading “Mourning Has Broken”