I would love a beautiful garden I can go to when I sleep.
A pretty garden I can allways find.
A beautiful bird of paradise I'll  love. .
A trellis of wild red roses to remember my dad .
Pure white orchids only my mum could grow .
A glisten of snow drops with a dusting of snow .
Painted butterflys that come alive
All in a purfume scent so devine .
And every time I remember their love .
My garden grows .

Interwoven words
Perpetual poetry
Singing to my senses

Sweet bitterness is
Coffee with sugar, no cream
And my love for you.

A knot work spell is an easy way
To breathe magic into macrame.
An anchor knot for an aid
so I don’t drop my braid.

I try to tie well,
for each knot is a spell
I don’t want to unravel.

Carefully binding
to seal in my intentions.

A mantra, repeated with each loop.

I am loved,
I am loved,
I am loved.

Poison in my veins
Thoughts I cannot shake away
Slowly I’m fading

Quiet your mind and you may find
peace in such stillness.
Your life feels like chaos when
the music drowns out any possibility of
silence inside.
How can you even think with lyrics of
mesmerizing dandelions
clanging through your consciousness?
From the left and right
distractions dissect your attention.
Why is it so hard
to turn off the music?
Silence is scary—
a frightening thing to befriend.
Some fear the dark, yet
you fear the quiet.

I spilled some milk just now
must go out to purchase a cow!

People wither
Away and die
Their shadows
Still play in the
Playground of
The sun,
This playground
Accepts all shadows
It has since time begun.