Misty mornings
as gray as matter of invisible time
A porch light is lit but there is no one home
Fogged up windows and street lamp tenors  
a white wash sky achieves light    
as a shutter opens the mind is restored,    
it is no longer night.

Beneath a silver sky, so still,
The forest whispers, soft and chill,
Where moonlight kisses every tree,
And snowflakes dance in quiet glee.

A silver veil on earth is spread,
Each flake a dream where light is led,
A thousand stars, within their flight,
Are mirrored in the snow's pure light.

Soft candles flicker, casting glow,
On blankets of untouched, quiet snow,
And in the stillness, deep and true,
The spirit enraptured, gazes through.

For this is a moment far too sweet,
Where time and soul in silence meet,
A requiem in the glow of night,
A prayer, a peace, a soft delight.

May it linger in the mind, the eyes,
A tear that speaks of moonlit skies;
For beauty like this, pure and deep,
Is a light to stir the soul from sleep.

And in the silence, soft and deep,
The spirit stirs, begins to creep;
Drawn upward by the moon’s soft glow,
Where dreams are born, and secrets flow.

What do you do when you
Love
Too
Much?

What is the remedy
For the
Constant
Anguish
It causes?

It isn’t fair!
I didn’t ask for this!
I didn't ask
For this pain!

I wish I could
Hate,
Just once.

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn,
Where the night ends,
Where birds chirp in whisper
Like elves from fairylands.

I’ll wash my feet with cool dew
And I will be calmly awaiting,
Where pure thoughts are twisting with osiers
And creating dreams, fascinating.

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn.
Come some morning. I’m here,
Where dew is cool and all-pure
And our dreams are near.