I’ve never known the sun to be so bright And not felt its warmth. The beautifully painful light stings my eyes Although, I know they were sore before. The tears are new. A new that has already gotten old, Worn out its welcome. I’m worn out, At my worst. For worse, For better. I’ll be … Continue reading The Tunnel at the end of the Light
poetry
Bar Harbor
A gentle breeze rustles the leaves And scatters my thoughts Across the spring green lawn.
Truth
Truth A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, And scatters my thoughts across the spring green lawn. I cherish the slight chill in the air, And the long overdue calm it lends my mind. Both bring us closer tour own truths. Looking through open windows with silken curtains, I put to rest memories of locked doors … Continue reading Truth
DaySoufflé 
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