Friday, February 16, 2018

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 fluid dance of a candles flame Dances in our room like the Northern Lights I take your hand, wrapping my legs around yours, It is what night time soul vines do, Coiling around the warmth, finding the placement of the sun. Should I be praying? Your hand on my back, face to face. Should we soar a little higher? During our dreams and back to reality Passing the sands of time and endless oceans I repeat to myself. I don’t want to wake, I don’t want to wake.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

30

Time did not stand still It shaped its road for us to leave the past To rain soaked pavements, fallen leaves, high altitudes underneath the snow To drinking tea in the morning, to the smell of books, your scent and smile There was no mistake for me to come to you You have captured the stories that were written in stone Lost voyages and high shadows made of glass You are all I dream with the dawning of spring.

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 ...