From colic to comfort

Whimpers to smile

From tantrums to tact

Rouge to refined

From gauche to grace

Stuttering to pretty lines


You held me through motions of time

Life beckoned

I summoned the wild

I summoned the wilderness

Stripped of mores

Sans any harness

A square peg in the rounded hole



Rebel to the core


Beginning of the night again

As i wait for sleep to call

To meet you in a far faraway land

Where you dwell among the dreamwalkers

The cloudrunners


Tonight I see my little girl

She has your eyes

Your upturned smile

I wonder..are you born to me this time?

Continuum of life is but

A strange giant windmill

It’s wheel turns and turns

Never to stop and stand still..