May15

Waters whisper through the shimmer from bank to bank in crystal flow. Will I reflect the silent glimmer? I dive down deep to really know. I raise a conch up from the river that relays echoes of summer glow, intentions that I should deliver exchanged in kisses ‘neath mistletoe. Emily Dickinson, American Poet, died today…

Dec10

A hidden valley, deep within,That cuts my soul divine.A sacred secret gorged ravineThat hosts a shining sign.And through the middle, in lovely dreamsI sought a burnished prize.It blasted upward, heavenly,Into the blood red skies.I wither quickly into retreat,I’m forced to down my eyes.I cannot face it outwardly,I’m running to demise.I retreat to my temple inwardlyAnd…