Monthly Archives: April 2016

First Light Morning Empty days Where golden shards glow My dark vision on raging fire.

Slow long road My narrow thin rest Rare valley Golden home Carrying no thought of Eden My heart says goodbye

Your choice is my choice Your love is my love As midnight descends And evening quickens Your breath is my life.

Rusts feathers Barrier of love Trapped anger Slowly drowns In this handful of life’s dust Fragile heart of hope

Summers day We hold our breath Where we lay In the storm Open windows find no comfort Behind every sigh.

Constant stream Life’s hidden invitation Every day Fixed on the prize The day will come When hope is realised Blossomed within my heart.

Porcelain glow Fresh fragrance Cut flowers Different stories Different screams I taste the crushed cinnamon Hold my heart In your shaking hands