Null and void.

No longer does she wait.

It was but a dream state, that felt like immersion in liquid amber.

Hot, sweet, and tangy, with a dash of salt.

Richly hued and imbued with tones of cotton candy, Crème Brûlée and swirling Sangria.

Now, simply a bowl filled with the remnants of water colours mixed together. Gently graying as each moment ticks by.

When the hues are gone, there will be nothing left.

And parted lips, that so longed to be next, will silently close.

Ending a very long chapter of the heart.

At this moment …

It is deliciously quiet.

The only sound I hear is the ticking of the clock on the wall.

I imagine at times like this that the world is holding its breath.

Blissful nothingness, that permeates even the air that I inhale.

When such moments occur I feel as if all my worries have vanished.

To be replaced with




As if I were sitting in the palm of the universe

surrounded only by primal elements –

air – water – earth

A cocoon of spun softness

delicate yet protective.

I wonder, if I stay still enough, will I be able to hear the whispering of the stars?

Seeing the light …

“The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.”

Henri Bergson


Never was there a truer statement. 

It’s funny how things can literally be right in front of our faces and  yet we are  still unable to recognize what we are seeing or experiencing.

I suppose it’s natures way of shielding us from the objectionable until we’re ready for the truth.

Life is odd.

That is my deep epiphany of the day.

Finally my eyes are wide open and yet I feel nothing. 

Nothing but cold hands and a somewhat existential feeling of detachment.

I have come to realize that I am not the enemy.

Nor am I a traitor.

What I am and have been is true. 

True to myself.

True to my heart.

True to affection and deep emotion.

All of these things make me:






And, most of all, loving.

 I have floated on a self-made river of liquid salt.   

But now I gaze upon its beauty from a vantage point upon the shore.

I am found.