I'm out there in the ocean
And I'm  sailing on the blue
I'm not really worried
Where I'm heading too.
The storms can be very fierce
And the waves they can rise high
I'm not all that bothered
And I'll tell you the reason why.
Because I'm out there in the ocean
And I'm  sailing on the blue
It's really so amazing
What the imagination it can do.

There is no real end to anything...
Every thing remains in bits and pieces...
Whether it be the remnants of fallen leaves or the ancient ruins of a castle...
The charcoal still emits a hint of amber... Even when the fire has died down...
The heart still beats the tune of the faint remembrance of a loved one...

Some things always remain in small bites thus...
Maybe in the hope of wanting to be awakened...once again!

sweetness of summer
the gentle caress of a fading sun
on lazy afternoons and balmy nights
listening to the serenade of cicadas
savoring the smell of sun-baked hay
while leaves gently rustle in the wind

an orange sun sets on the horizon
as you lay your head upon my lap
sipping fruited wine
your cheeks lightly blushing

we watch the lantern show of fireflies
twilight falling, the stars reflected in your eyes
our first kiss which blew my mind
that was the summer of 2009

sound of compressed air
a song or poem
the talk of lovers communique.

who knows where the flood comes from
but when it happens
you just got to keep on paddling

propelled across the desert
on invisible wings
to break your fasting
at the oasis of your dreams.

solitude is chosen
loneliness is not

𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒆 

         𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 
   𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 
        𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 

𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔

When I die
don't you dare
come  to my grave
and tell me
you love me

because those words
were the only thing
I would have needed
to stay.