Personal Thoughts · Poetries

Winter Dreams and Late Summer Skies

What is with the gushing stream— that I begin to hear the cold cries of those winter dreams? What is with the wood fire— that I begin to feel the warmth of those late summer skies?

God · Healing · Life Juices · Poetries · Uncategorized


Dark clouds start to cover up the sky, So is my what, how and why. Heart falling in disdain, Staggering gasps of deep pain.   Words stumble over and over again, Leaving my soul distressed, tired and broken. Strength has also made its way out, And I could already hear my fall like a shout.… Continue reading Yours