Sky Scapes and Silhouette Kisses

Lost in guitar picks, strings held and let go

The twine flows through

enrapturing.

We all listen to the words. In the mist and leaves...listening.

The brilliant moon held lovingly captive behind a veil of artistically crafted clouds.

We walked in voices

and in quiet.

Slow steps and shifting wanderings, wonderings, pondering in the stroll.

The bell tolls for no one here. We all just listen.

I promise, as any school girl counting coins that will never make a dollar. I promise.

Fingers crossed and broken.

Foggy Day in London Town

The quality of the day so far, makes me want to be near you- in a city, on a beach, just to be near you, in all this grayness.

With a cup of coffee.

To feel the warmth of it and the warmth of you, combining into an ecstasy that the world fails to mimic.




One day we shall watch the waves again, and be beside it all.

Little Lies

Today is ill fitting in all regards, and the world feels weird.

Nothing is familiar.

Tongues drawl on, and again, life is safer behind closed doors, where understanding cannot be chased away so easily.

I guess I'll stay inside to play today.

Paper and a Can

I am quite unsure of who I am today.

And time stands still for no one.