Category Archives: Poetry

When my last day turns into my last hour, what will remain of me? When my last hour turns into my last breath, will there be anything left? What will I have made of all these years? What story will be told in those mourning tears? As the sun sets in my spirit and noContinue reading “When Night Comes”

I want our love to be like a slow sunrise and for our spirits to stand, warmed in its expanding glow I want our love to be like endless sea and for us to be like distant shores connected by its every ebb and flow I want our love to be like stars in midnightContinue reading “Love Like…”