There’s A Moment When…

There’s a moment when, The wind rushes through my hair, I’m walking and then, The water ripples with strange dreams, I’ve only ever seen, In my sleep There’s a moment when, I grasp a pen, and sweat I feel But can’t see, stops me thinking The words get jammed at the nib, And I’m notContinue reading “There’s A Moment When…”

#1 healing poetry; soft-soul slumber

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”