Waiting
Another day at the beach
Within these walls
The path
My other passion in life … photography
Winter
she watches
as the seasons
slowly change
right before
her eyes
but inside
nothing
ever changes
winter
always remains
the same
You are enough
Whispers of the stars
inside the echos
of the night
silence falls gently
upon the earth
the soft whispers
of the stars
find their way
beneath my surface
where poetry lives
and waits
to be set free
Poetry
if you find
my ink
upon your canvas
the poetry
would be magical
Scars
if I showed
you the scars
upon my heart
would you still
want to read
the truth
within my soul
Upon your soul
Come sit
with me
let me lay
my thoughts
upon your soul
and run
my fingers
through your dreams
