Spring rising

A lush green Thoroughly undisturbed And the bleeding gold Seeping through the crevices Blue and grey – An elongated spine Rising into the sky And a million hands, Comforting the spring Besotten shades of life. The nightgales singing With the rising tides, On this stone encased land The mellow music Sparrs with the wind And with mountains to cross We lie with the Dew ridden … Continue reading Spring rising

Maya: incomplete

Note: Read this poem with an open mind and it might just tell you your story. Past of the wooden doors and poignant panes, To the everlasting lands of flora and fae, In an island and a forest with an Enchanting waterfall, leaves abode, Afloat as the dew dwindles down From the hearth in the clouds. She rises from the depths of dawn, Enamored by … Continue reading Maya: incomplete