Winter is here
to sharpen my misery...
Weathered with time
ivy covered and cold.
Gates rusted and broken
sway in the wind.
Winter is here
torturing all with the whip
of its frigid
No one has ever made me feel so complete
My whole life was lived just ...so we could meet.
I’ll dream of you now, on into the night,
Hoping that soon you’ll be holding me tight.
So restless at
I set the table every night for two. Once, after being so hungry all those years, finally, the guest appears. Was the sparkling full moon, which came to dine along with me. Trembling with crystal
I close my eyes in front of a open fire as I always do in cold winter nights, my soul drifts away , every logic thought is nodding and the sleep takes me. Wood splits, cracks and I’m awake in a
Where the wall is built in new and is of ivy bare she paused-- then opened and passed through a gate that once was there. The gate to my private loneliness.
Where the door is you might not open, and
Soon the warm winds will bring
my breath
and being back to the
light of time
Hark as the wind whispers to you
listen ...
it will tell
about me
throbbing in a throaty voice
my love
Embrace
Like when the Moon rises, Full, Glorious . . . .
Embrace
What words cannot capture, . . . you know
Embrace
that Magical, that Spiritual, that Physical . . .
Embrace
Depth . .
