Under The Bridge
Where waters of gold flow, where hearts fill with thrillsand days fade into Aurelian dreams.
Where waters of gold flow, where hearts fill with thrillsand days fade into Aurelian dreams.
I drew a line for you,yet inward still you spiraled,Never an honest wordand so I drew one for me.And now I gaze atwhere I wanted to go,oh the light you left for me, everglow.
Quite a remarkable lounge and even more remarkable day, kicking off our spring adventures on the river. A once derelict shore, now vibrant with life and a couple of not-so-distressed damsoles fueling this newfound verve with their brimming vigor…getting baptized … Continue reading
She lives by her own heart song and knows she’s not lost, just in between the version she once was and the one she is becoming. Her experiences are not bound by mortal dogma nor trite games and carries on … Continue reading
And now heading back out there. Surviving in these parts has always been shaky business. Always armed to take a shot of whatever behooves me. Look at this outlier.
Spawned from birth, love and lightOn the threshold, blossoming emotionsUpon blowing winds, resounding test of enduranceWithin discovery, a pale nobilityUpon awakening, a final frost threatenBeyond a rising sun, an expanding heartForever mesmerized, my creations.
Let thy seed soddenand thy light enlightenon the pathbeyond your sorrowto stretch outon another tomorrow. Let thy frigidness of a stony chantryand thy lungful breathing,test its toningto its purpose.Let the others falterharmonizing with patienceas the gentil silhouette leans and curves. … Continue reading
-It’s a graphic.-I see that.-Do you like it?-It’s lovely.-Do you know what would make it lovelier?-I wonder what?-Bears.-They are a wonder, just like you.
“This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesAs an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its … Continue reading
Integrating, stretching in silence. Making peace, reconciling. Choosing another way. Full of life, full of light merry and bright. Her ‘lil nook of inspiration simply, gloriously… a warrior princess in the making. A little orange blossom honey in the am … Continue reading