Desire:

I need the sky to walk down and touch me

freckles of memories

mark my journey

from where I’ve been

and where I’m going

Only the sky can see

wings of faith-

See me carry my paper children

feed the souls with light and promise

that soon we birth our dreams

to fly

I need the sky to come down and touch me

pick up my fragile pieces

bottle up my tears

teach me how to

carry my paper children

VisionarieKindness 2015

Confessions of a Heart Writer:

She has laid down with giants

strewn hope together

all in a day – scribbling under midnight’s moon

sifting through galaxies in her mind

on the altar once more

wanting to forgive – a place only she can give

for every pit of sorrow

sown riddled by discord

merciless-on the altar once more…

VisionarieKindness 2015

The Race:

Just try a little fluttering

putter

with the wings growing out back

in the falling swing

resilience grows

the writer’s art in sowing

nine stitches rebelliously knowing

it’s not over

it’s not over…

VisionarieKindness 2015

Letters of me:

Let the ceilings fall

Let the earth open it’s lungs

Let the magic in the trees reach out to me

Between here and sanity

Between lost shoes and bare feet

Between the atoms of waters

Between the sky and I

I am Wilde

I am aggrandize gold

I am …

VisionarieKindness 2015