A silver hush drapes o'er the land,
Soft as whispers, cool as sand.
The misty veil of midnight deep
Lulls the stars in gentle sleep.

The moon, a lantern pale and bright,
Scatters diamonds through the night.
They shimmer, dance, then drift away
Fleeting dreams in silver spray.

A river hums, a night bird sings,
A sigh of wind on velvet wings.
The world, aglow in hushed embrace,
Wears moonlit sparkles, laced with grace.

The ocean hums in silver light,
where mermaids weave the threads of night.
Their laughter spills like shattered pearls,
adrift in waves with secret swirls.

The sirens call in voices low,
soft as moon-touched undertow.
A melody both fierce and free,
laced with salt and lost at sea.

Starfish kisses on fingertips bright,
glowing soft in the hush of night.
Moonlit wishes ride the tide,
carrying dreams where hearts confide.

Their shimmer lingers on the tide,
a fleeting glow, a dream’s divide.
Echoes dance where wishes weep,
whispered vows the waters keep.

So close your eyes and drift along,
to mermaid sparkles, siren song.
Where longing lives and lingers deep,
and love is something waves must keep.

Rows of forgiveness
fallow in winter
Waiting for summer
their treasure installed

Leftover morsels
heated in darkness
Sating the hunger
  of those who are called

Seeds from the past
replenish the future
Buried salvation  
awaits in the ground

Fasting on yesterday
feasting tomorrow
Waiting for supper
— when dinner bells sound  


(The New Room: February, 2025)

Where love meets the hush of dawn,
where longing turns to belonging,
where fingers trace the echoes of forever
on the skin of fleeting moments.

Where love meets the salt of tears,
both joyful and aching,
where silence speaks in heartbeats
and laughter carves itself into time.

Where love meets the wind,
untamed and relentless,
carrying whispered promises
to the edges of the world.

Where love meets loss,
yet does not end,
where memory lingers like a flame,
gentle, unyielding, eternal.

Where love meets itself again,
in the eyes of a stranger,
in the hand that reaches,
in the soul that stays.

Where love meets the infinite
and chooses to stay.

The warmth remains
But only within
The tyrant called winter
Has closed us in

Apathetic dreamers
Lost in the cold
This frozen nightmare
Has taken its toll

Where is the May Queen
To free are beliefs
To return our magic
Frozen in grief

Oh but to pine
Away till it's time
The Keeper of Seasons
Changes her mind...