Half-baked, the notion registers itself into the back of mind and cold night, borrows body heat, as though it were sugar plum; giving us ever more reason to come closer— to experience, to imagine whirled peace, I watch, as breath rises as white-puffed clouds, hear me clearly, for I won’t… Read more“Beau, remember me by”
Decisive and dark, I fall upon the streets as rain— I am aware of everything that exists in my way, this whimsical age, then serenade and drops that touch many a budding rose and lovely face; yet there is something within that speaks, a blurry hope, a lack of finding… Read more“I become as Rain”
Dusk, it’s said, is a quiet type of chaos one that seeps into the flesh, achingly sweet with moments of what could almost be pathos, I stop and savor, can almost hear its beat— the sky blushes and leaps forward and across, I sought to follow, journey through its dark… Read more“Loitering at Dusk”
Clouds like tufts of cotton scattered on a dome of brown; there is so much that’s hidden and yet, the streaks of light coming through offer clarity— its softness, a reminder, that so many pieces of us are wrapped inside. It’s better to look at the sky, as soulful hymns … Read more“Sometimes the sky and I, collide”
The clarity of empty hours; when the sky is macaroon cream and feeling indescribable takes hold of reins— I am floating, for the promise of July has come to fruition, there is no telling what is or isn’t possible; won’t you celebrate with me? Photo credits: Close-up… Read more“Won’t you celebrate with me?”
