Little did she know,
I love her
and the chaos
in her heart.

.
Feel my stream of passion,
it flows only through you.
.


© Pagan Paul (17/01/19)

.
Midnight sees a chain
of lights,
heading into the forest
so dark.

Follow the Will-O the Wisp
at night,
walk with the lone wolf
that barks.

Take that step into the unknown, the path that leads to me,
and I'll be waiting there somewhere, deep within the trees.

So walk that long path
in peace,
follow your dream as
it winds.

Keep purpose in plain sight
to release,
love that is not left
behind.



© Pagan Paul (13/01/19)

.
Dust hangs in the still air,
caught by a shaft of light,
shiny sprinkles float serene,
in space a string-less kite.

A particle catches the eye,
playing tai-chi within a ray,
the stationary free dance
of a mote at indulgent play.



© Pagan Paul (25/12/18)

FLOWERS,
speak with language of fragrances
and expressions of love that melt into endearing eyes.

THEY speak with little tickles
that turn into words infused inside breath.

FLOWERS deserve ones gratitude
inside a gentle breeze of a sunny day.