She shone with silver light Crimson lips smiling Under fiery eyes And as her inferno Consumed me All I could do was Smile
Words Brewed at 4 a.m. Are at once More honest and More terrifying Than those spoken At any other time.
I think I have been in love but once, And since then though I liked a few folk well, It’s never been quite the same. But the word today is so oft overused, It’s worth grind to dust and bone Love must be greater than mere touch of lust, Greater than gifts and mere needs Read more about Of Love & Other Demons[…]
Gift yourself, A lifetime full of adventures Of mystery, of discovery. Of moments spent by shimmering seas, Under the darkling carpet of starlit night Ride over clouds, And climb misty mountains Under the amber sky. Live a little, Then live some more. Leave home behind, And go on an adventure. Let the forests sing to Read more about Fernweh: A Song of Adventure & Wanderlust[…]
What happens to a dream unfettered? Does it soar wild and free? Like a Great Dragon from the myths? Or burn hot like passion – And then bloom? Does it fade like an old memory? Or crystallize and harden – Like a twinkling diamond? Maybe it just dies, Like many a hope and wish. Or Read more about A Dream Unfettered[…]