Lilies Still Grow

The truth becomes loss, but lilies still grow, as lilacs and willows their beauty do show. And you in the wings, awaiting your turn, whose heart with the passions of spring does burn; as the clover will bloom like the clouds in the sky, who gather their thunder whilst...

The Trial of Truth

As the pieces of the puzzle slowly gather into one, the paradigms shift and scatter as petals borne upon the wildest storm. The strength within withstands the onslaught, ‘though buffeted harshly from without. It almost bowed beneath the weight of darkness, as a tree...

Shadow Dancing

Me and my shadow … contemplating letting go … grey shades hold sway … but over there, some new day … and you, in grey too … do shadows dance with you? And, if they do, will you set them free … send away their sombre hue … and come dance with me, anew?...

Mousey Brown

Mousey Brown laid down her crown at foot of wise old donkey; “I see the proof upon your hoof, I’m but an inch from danger’s pinch, in homage now I bow.” Said wise old donkey, “Ah, but Mousey don’t you see? I’m wise because I...

In Words of Bronze

In words of bronze he painted a forest, where a lizard smoked grass, holding hands with a violet. In thoughts of copper I composed him a dream, where a whisper sipped rainbows, drunk on rose-petal cream ….