Poetry
Our Language
Until that moment when your light burst through the clouds
Holding me tightly in your array,
Speaking to me slowly in ways I could not understand.
The Mountain
You called to me I heard you standing in the forest The blue skies hugging your form Like a wedding dress The billowy clouds dancing in the breeze Like your veil Begging me to your […]
I Know Truth (A Poem)
Oh, love, the marigold blooms on her own even while dancing in the breeze.
