seven terracotta jars

a stumble in the woods, a wanderer weighted down with collectables — a twig from the hair of a goddess; the gilded gleam from the blade of a knight; seven single tears in seven terracotta jars; a thousand lifetimes imparted to his heart — yet here, dust and desert remains. bones dried up in outrageous … Continue reading seven terracotta jars

In Her Smile My Dreams Are Born.

Sweet sailing high-tide sky, Swimming eyes see the heart tremble. A morning murmuration of starlings Swirl an embrace of coffee clouds. She awakens, half a world away To angel song, singing her soul. I will never know this wonder, To see her eyes open, and her shine Fall through the years of pain Finally over; … Continue reading In Her Smile My Dreams Are Born.