It seemed easier
to fall in love
with a stranger
across the sea
someone he would
never have to meet
never have to be
courageous enough
to talk to

So he did...
or at least
pretended to...

his heart failed
to notice the difference
or at least
it played along

and he smiled
a sad weary smile
but there was joy
tucked into the
corner of his lips

and that was
comfort enough
to allow him to sit
in his solitude
without the need
to feel lonely

If you don't read the papers
You'll be uninformed
If you do read the papers
You'll be misinformed

                Forewarned.

I want to be his medicine
I want to heal his soul
I want to bring him peace
Like he has never known
I want to bring him chaos, too
I want to bring it all
Give him pain and comfort
With my wild call
He sits on perches
Preening, playing,
Perfect to view
He wants for nothing
So what’s a hen to do?
He does not sing or caw or call
He thinks he’s already said it all
And frankly he could stay silent
And still be worth the time
Quiet bird
He may be free
When his cage is only imaginary

While winter is going to sleep
Spring is awakening
I hear the birds in early morning green,
calling….
Soft melody of wind
caressing early blue of sky
to poke lazy sun to open eyes
and shine on all of pastel fragrance bloom.
It’s the time for new beginnings.
Let’s love.



Shell ✨🐚

history written within the silence
heard by way of living in the moment
a full measure running over

The world is colored by the mind. But does the mind see its own color?