Drips trickle in
while awaiting the storm
searching for perfectthat doesn’t existbut the longing is therein the place it was missed“what could’ve been”…
Remnants of wooden plantsappear to live againas hollow stems dance in the dripsand with the wind.Light and gentle kissesthat…
Sorrow looms on every joyand Sorrow wants to staycreeping pangs of could’ve been;a welcome stow-away.
Wispy little spider websglimmering, shimmering soft.They glisten in the sunlightand bounce above the moss
The absence of one, there’s nothing to it but when one is definedthen two appearWhat is needs what’s not to intuit…
you don’t want me to hurt you so you hurt me first.So lets see who will bethe first to find the time to thinkabout why we…
I question what purposeA Why will retrieve.One shows me Where.and another tells me When. I don’t beg for What.God is always Who (be He in me or in you).But not even the most highdecides on my WhyBecause it is I that must answer this cry.
Why do you utter all those words that you don’t mean?There’s no book for teaching this one,just what you glean.