#3

You could be that apple
in the eye of the opal moon.
Watch fading sunlight dapple
and budtime tulips swoon.

Blackberry winters
bring April mist to our lands.
Hold this wooden heart that splinters
the palms of your gentle hands.

#2

Bright, Bright,
the faded stars shine,
over mountain, fell and lake
the dusky moon climbs.

The rich velvet blanket
that we call our night,
clouded with sheep and teeth
that bite.

A hum of wind
that carries by
the cricket chirp
and the longing cry

of its own great moan
that carries still,
on the cold, winter night,
that watches for kill.

Way back when...

Because of something someone said recently,
I've decided to publish some of my old poetry I used to write.
I also might add in some new stuff.
I love reading old things from ages ago :) it makes me happy.
However, I do wish I was back there...

Love.

Words may be weak but,
Love can move mountains

The First Photo

Eternity is captured in
every heartbeat we share,
and every page we turn.
A substance that will
never decay,
if it preserved in the hearts
of those who
cherish it.

That substance is Love.

Love makes your
Heart and Mind
walk
Hand in Hand,
to places that your
Feet
would only dream of taking you.

What we have is Love,
and it really is the sweetest thing.