There is life in silence, there is sound where no life is found
life is not silent, it is loud, it is a bus you ride home bound
to take you to your personal journey.
There are sounds in the littlest of things, inviting you to pay attention and to heed the sound of it’s silence. It is upon us to find our silent journey to take us home.
Cold morning, busy streets
city lights
blinding your already hazy vision
but you are brave, brave enough
to go out there and do it all over again!
You bring fresh snow to the ground
like cotton balls of renewed hope.
Untying my hands and my mind
letting me breathe again. Sending rain
in Spring like a reinforcement of
your undying love.
You give me Summer to let me know
you haven’t forgotten your promise
of eternal devotion.
hazy lights sheltering the concrete mess
of cityscape under the towering canopies
of masked human emotions
the air thick unmoving smoky atmosphere
like zombies we move about from daylight to dusk
the fallen leaves
decaying
under wet soil
the sun slipping away
faster than it should
the lake frigid deserted and alone
knelt to pray for the sun to peek
Lick them, suck them, squeeze them …they are for You.
Winter commands silence
it has a unique beauty
that demands attention
an untrodden ground
blanketed by virgin snow.
A sight to see
silence and purity
not even a single crow perched on the tree
silence is the sound
winter a time for rumination
a time of standing still.
Of consideration of retreat
of melding together.
Think of me when your night has been too lonely, and the road you traveled has been rough.
Think of me when you want company, but also think of me when you need to be loved.
Reach for me when you want to be happy, loved and appreciated.
One of the most beautiful sight in the Pacific Northwest
I feel as though I am sinning
for being vulnerable when he is around.
He has my heart on a string and he’s tugging on it
his scent permeates the air pulling on my heart strings
like a kite suspended in the air.
Over a cup of coffee 