poetry

gentle breeze             of the night, allaying the sun              of its heat free my thought               of its cares…

gazing into your piercing eyes, my former self like faded blanket stretched, and ripped; laying everything bare in readiness ~…

a journey to recovery a backward-never-trip to restoration narrow and thorny shallow and stony so many pieces waiting to be…

the river Styx is what I’ve become healing your heart of all its hurts never more to ache

black blue sky          you     and              me, wrapped in sexy, secret darkness                   in dream awake ~    …

unfolding the paths by fate designed ~ sunrise

words are nought but noise when lips are four

his love and presence vanished all self and doubts ~ rebirth

wandering, in a maze as if in a daze a lone cloud, over hills and vales troubled soul nestling, on…

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