November 2014

*AMBROSIA DREAMS***

unremarkable as it may seem
here I am
& there you are
in your ambrosia dreams

the paisley print travels
without regrets
with me throughout time
becoming everything
that I am
in your ambrosia dreams

so we shall meet over tea
on a dew filled morn
the breath carrying
away our words
traveling on the dawn

we will find ourselves
sitting upon
a park bench
mourning the solitude
of our worlds hence

unremarkable as it may seem
here I am
& there you are
in your ambrosia dreams

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

Image Taken From the Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

she stands & watches
as leaves fall from the trees
letting go; let go
upon the brisk winds
of mother nature’s tide

some still remain
as the tree bows her head
bending from side to side
the rain like tears
drop one upon another
pooling at her feet

sprawling roots
upon the ground
anchoring her down
& in that moment
all that is heard
is the sound of sorrow

freedom unleashed
on a tide akin to a river
of sparkling colors
like Chinese lanterns
floating alight
with dreams within

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself