Nightmare Within A Dream

"Ever have a nightmare while you are inside a dream...."

A waking nightmare Cloaked within a dream Can it possibly be As real as it seems? Trembling, frightened Alone and scared Miracle of miracles I realized you cared Wrapping me tightly In your protective embrace Gently you put Tender kisses...

Their cunning voices coyly soothed my fear.Their whispers damp and cool, a subtle treat. They tempted me with pledges, in each ear,To sate my every bliss, most welcomed feat.The charms of ageless beauty drew me nigh.Pervasive sparkling visions swelled my dreams.Soft...

Moths to Flames

"Why are moths led by flames, eternally drawn in to burn?"

Entranced by the beauty of the fiery flicker. Moths to flames drawn to burn, but why? Mind ensnared and heart beats quicker leads the moths to dance and die. Never understood what was the draw, how or why such a course...

He Took

"What my love took from me."

He took so many things from me,he took my life and set me free. He took my tears from strife and painand taught me how to live again. He took my fear of trust and hopeand taught my spirit how...

The boat sets out gently propelled,By the currents of time,Making its way towards a meanderingRiver. The currents draw it onward,Inexorably towards faster waters.Past shoals and rapids ever forward,Pausing only to embark a companion,To share the voyage. Strange lands glide past,Exotic...

The sun goes down. Another day has gone by.The moon and stars they fill the sky. Yes I am by myself. But I am not alone. I am who I am that is cast in stone. I ponder just how time disappears. Mistakes I...

To My Love

"For she who moves me"

As I lie in bed, you come to meYour body next to mine. Enfolding me in your arms, Your heart a furnace against mine. How did it start? A gentle poke, a kind word. Time reveals you, You become a...

Our Secret Garden

"The beauty and passion of the garden"

The evening breeze, wafting over orange blossomMixed with the aroma of blackcurrant leavesThe birds and the bees, in midst of garden’s bosomA gift for you, a spray of freshly-cut sweet peas The thyme and the rosemary, oregano and tarragonA herbarium...

LustOften begins with a bustAnd lustOften ends with a thrustAnd inbetweenLust is a meansTo keep us in focus.Lust may begin with the flash of a thighAnd other times with the wink of an eye.Your chest heaves and your breath leavesYour...