That marbled pathway

Who are we but bright flames that wane? Flesh alive and so here now, but can step away from these frames Far away the evening fragrance lingers Seeping into deeper woods Feeling is like morning weather With windchimes and little bells Rolling misty haze, kissing our feets Atop the marbled pathway Of a holy treasure

Us in the rain

I don’t care if it’s the rain If I can kiss you and hold you, it’s fine In the silent raindrops is when my heart speaks loudest The pitter patter shuns all else around us The misty haze obscures all vision Your skin glows, all hidden Got you in my arms Everything else doesn’t matter

Golden haze

Pink and blue evening, inside, a champagne spritzing of simmering gold. Your lips, soft and mellow, smiling at my reflection from the glass. My eyes, kaleidoscope with your vision moving in a direction, inching closer to your face. Blinds, over the window hold back the dusk light dying to crack in while the music sings,Continue reading “Golden haze”