Monday, August 13, 2012

Subtle Language

There is no language like that of singing The subtle notes of landings of each vibration that comfort me I have walked towards all fleeting moments of joy and when they pass I sing, When the days are lit but still covered with a light veil to remind me that all is not well I still hum through quiet tears.

Sweet Spirit

At night, the stairs of this old house creaks Whispering to me, sweet spirit sleeping soundly during the night. The shadow movements, the ...