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
Memories
and when
these moments
seem to fade
into the darkness
and time no longer
stands still
the memories
will carry us through
the rest of eternity
Black and White Friday
You may say I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one.
Thoughts of a writer
thoughts come
from a place
that’s beyond
the depth
of my soul
I close
my eyes
and let them
fill my mind
waiting
to be born
to be thrown
across paper
erased
and rewritten
allowing them
to breathe
a life
of their own
these words
are why
I write
these words
are why
I dream
I know
no other way
to let
them be free
What inspires you?
So, my creative friends, what inspires your writing?
Until my last breath
and in
the midst
of this
crazy world
where change
fills our life
and time
seems to pull
us apart
not only
in distance
my heart
continues to fall
no matter
where we are
in this universe
I will love you
until the world
is no more
until the stars
stop shining
and until
my very
last breath
May showers
sweet rain drops
fall gently
upon the rooftop
the memories
of you
flood me
all at once
long summer days
endless moonlit nights
an oceans dream
lapping at
my feet
I find comfort
in these
May showers
for I know
you’re there,
seeping into
my soul
with every drop
that falls
good night
my sweet love
for when I wake
I’ll find you again
in the sunshine
of a new day
