Ever Growing Soul

Her reflection cast The beauty of an old soul Long travelled and wise

Soothing Breath

Gently brushing by Her scorched skin, the winter breeze Whispers all over Her. Sore flesh. Softly Lullabies her pain away. Promises relief.


  A light breeze softly Passes, lifts strands of her hair Whispers in her ears

Feathered Entity

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – Emily Dickinson

Take Off

Step into the unknown, Out Of habit, Stretch and Walk, free of your own Will, out into the wide world

Rapunzel’s Strands

She is opening doors. A few adventurers are walking in. She is sending faulty ropes for them to grasp and mend, The only way to climb up to her stair-less high porch.


Keys turned in the lock. He walked in, and shed his coat and jacket in the lobby. Then he eyed his flat. Soulless, nude space, open lines, cold, empty walls, uplifted only by the view, and the grey light filtering through the high windows.


Vapors emanate – Hot, white, smokey clouds of hope Warming up my lips.

On Hold

As life bustles by Under the clearest skies, Frozen I sits still.


Ethereal scene Unsullied grounds – shrinking – yet Ever-growing soul