A true friend, that crutch of hope to lean on;
A companion in time of hardships when no sun shone;...
The rain still falls, the rain converses with the dark;
I eavesdrop on their murmurs;
The less I...
The sound of snow is holy.
Old bark listens to the lilting chants;
Of processions of children;
On...
There’s a fine line between oblivion and sleep.
In twilight sleep the fairies dance;
Blessed by an...
Her aura heats with compassionate fire;
Melting fears, with love’s delicate desire;
Gentle compels...
For the honey months;
They hang together, best;
In their heart of fur.
Come winter, and
The heart...
No human settlement to my south, not even human scent;
At midnight, the sea wails pitifully in my...
Loving you across a table;
Across many epochs;
Fresh dreams, receding tides;
Wooden flowers bloom...