Fiona, in the silence of the night Sings songs of sorrow soft in minor key That sigh above all formal melody In cadences that dance like birds in flight She rests within the dark, composing light In subtle shades of sweet philosophy Transposing on the stave a mystery In spills of sound like ink on…

I dreamt last night I swam into your arms, rowing My boat headlong from the dock of an ocean cottage, which in The dream I knew to be my own sweet Eden. But as is so often the case with dreams, I know no such place awake—Ah! I didn’t ever really know you either; was…

Feeling the Emotion Needing burning It means  Grace Deeply drinking In her spirit Streams flowing from the River Most natural thing in the World Every day and Night He has a face and a Heart of an Angel He reflects  Glory Wholly spiritual  He grew inside her Alongside her Now he grows all on His…

We spend our lives trying to remember Why we came, To get back to who we are And who we yearn to be. It’s a nostalgia that we attach to people and places But that truly belongs to us. In all the mess, the ego, the self-aggrandisement Who am I? What lesson was it that…

The Journey is long, filled with rough edges, potholes and sand. Tires blow out. Engines catch fire. All around us People are speeding to their tiny destructions. You look in the mirror, straight ahead, nonplussed, tentative, smiling. Touching my knee only once; adjusting your glasses; Keeping the music Low. I have no need to look…

This body lays stiff… As, silent… as stone…. Yet… as monumental… as internal space. Like, memory it is time bound. Resonating…. through… ages, eons and epochs…. It arises… grows… unfolds passes and transforms beyond expression… Dissolves…. into the earth. Becoming air, drying water melting in eternal flames. Releasing thoughts… as they linger…. soaking in the…

As the clouds Begin to Fade She will speak Her anguish In spirit She will turn from the Window And glance at the clock She is in the knowing Time is everything Her heart and Character is revealed In the living oracles She is drawing near and Hearing The secret world That is blended In…

Deep within my deepest sleep , a beautiful troubled wing dragonfly flew straight into my eye .  It flew to the center , then my third eye . A dark shadow appeared while surrounded by mid night . Beautiful Eyes appeared from Madame .  They where green, blue, and hazel hues looking directly at me…

She is a firebird Her battered heart Lies in a polished Jade A riverbed of Compassion She is new Every morning Her soul thirsts Finding the source Like a breath She is risen Wondrous works In an ordinary life Her heart sparks This tiny organ Controlling so much Power Gracious and Merciful It is love…

I was born bewildered. At best, not ready for this earthly climb. I must’ve made some brave requests. Before entering this plane. I lived sequestered quite a time. Traded love for stealing crumbs And then one day I was shown another way The so-called punishment became the gift, I found my writers pen, The stage,…