sometimes words spoken or written
are woefully inadequate
they clutter up and make
the emotional space claustrophobic

silence can give just as much comfort

sometimes even more

In the river of life
I’m not sand
I do not settle
I’m the current
Forever flowing

.

Moonlight
     creates shadows,
          places of magick
               and realms of mystery.
Niches beyond the wildest dreams
     playing with images in colour dimensions,
          pouring their scorn on the childish imagination,
               a weakling substitute for what cannot be known.



© Pagan Paul (04/06/18)

Redoing the stitches
Did not mend the wound.

Love Mary x

they leave
and act like it never happened
they come back
and act like they never left




ghosts