Growing

 

Growing with faith, there is a world above. Where light is eternal, as is love. 

“Tu scrivi di quanto siano belli i laghi senza avere prima visto i laghi italiani.”Had I not asked, never would He have said.

Tripping

Tripping from a 

Saturday night 

into a Sunday morning; 

I had fallen,

waking to the voice 

of a salesman 

calling. 

“I’m here to sell 

windows and doors”. 

Why are you selling to me? 

Can’t you see man

I have no walls, 

here I am sitting 

alone on the floor, 

what would I do 

with your windows

and what am I to do 

with your doors?

“Well, that has never 

stopped me from

selling before.”

I’m here,

all  ears

and

red eyed. 

Rhododendron

Too much?…Never.



Loving, I loved that the most.

Hand reaching for pin,

hair falling loose with its pull.

Gaze, and I stood bare. 

Do you wait 

for a breath, 

as I wait 

for yours. 

A beat against 

your chest, 

and this heart 

is yours.

The Orangery

To think 

for this world, 

how little 

we dreamed 

before. 

Now we hang 

written dreams,

in a room 

with an 

open door. 

Finger raised to lips, 

in silence a whisper hushed.

Eyes shut to the dark.