I was young. My yellow room was lit in a hazy filter of sunlight, that somehow ended up muted despite the colour-match. The curtains were open because I had been sitting on the cold, deep, white window ledge, looking out at the dark water again last night. I turned around and gasped. A teddy-bear, aContinue reading “Writing on Valentine’s Day”
Safety feels likeWarm tea onA cold dayYou knowIt’s cold butIt’s okayYou have everythingYou needTo defrost your smileThe cup kissesYour lipsAnd you’re lost in safetyFor a while. Time stands still, In the brush of finger tips, It feels like Safety.
I need to let my mind unfold,it’s time to sleep, before I get old,and tired of these looping thoughts, that track me while I wake. When I’m awake,I feel this aching in my bones,At the intersection of a forward/back direction – my hands seem to unfold. I wonder,Is my mind in my hands, instead?And isContinue reading “#1 healing poetry; soft-soul slumber”