From the blue;
Grey tears fall
down, onto
straightforward skin.
The sweetest agony must be
endured
and
endured
for uncomplicated love.
Poetry | Stories | Photography
From the blue;
Grey tears fall
down, onto
straightforward skin.
The sweetest agony must be
endured
and
endured
for uncomplicated love.
Her mind was calm until she saw the pink roses. With help, she starts dissolving; dissolving and running into puddles. She can't stop the ache, which clouds her mind and makes the pink roses blurry. There is only one cure; only the trees bear witness now.

between your ego and my eyes
within a touch so randomly lit
outside of our love in the woods
within a kiss or a cuddly time
inside our hearts, which beat fast
within this silk thread that binds
Between the reds, we find love
The way the branches long for each other,
look at how the moon hangs in the middle.
Such a pretty night, or is it a Winter’s day?
The fog-blue sky of Winter Dreams is cold.
Disturbingly filled with love by the branches,
abandoning protocol to rub against the trees.

Beautifully broken souls,
beating hearts of the night.
Spirits begin to rise and fall,
the Souls burn blue so bright.
Within the midnight calm,
Forgetting in moonlight quiet.
We cherish the moonlit night,
wishing for love and kindness.
We love in a world
of offer and acceptance
Creating contracts
Our misguided intentions
lack of consideration
Love yourself like the
flowers love the sun;
Feel the rays of light
upon your soft skin.

You keep looking at me,
yet you cannot see it all.
There are holes in my heart and
voices of my ghosts in my head.
Feelings today may swish and
sway as feelings change often.
All I have is my love for you
and
my many poetic confessions
received
like falling snow.
O’er the hills we’ll walk, my love,
O’er the hills we’ll walk.
I’ll take your hand; you’ll crush my hand,
O’er the hills we’ll walk.
The highlands call to us again
the highlands call to us.
we’ll dance about; you’ll get grumpy and shout,
O’er the hills we’ll walk.
dusting off the hurt
washing away the sadness
drying salty tears
you, a quiet resilience
walking with courage and love