Close

Here. Close.
There. Closer?
How could it be?
How.

You wonder, while I have moved on.
You never did triumph.

A secret

Of fallacies and being fantastic
There is a secret that is held dear
The depth and divine
Of one's soul.

Paths

There are, but, many ways to get,
To the Divine.
A path here, a path there..
But there is none a path so clear, and pristine,
Like the path within.

Magical gardens

Among gardens vast and open,
Mysteries unfold themselves in ways
Our veins are intertwined with the melodies of the universe.

An evening's tea

Under shadows green and mean, I sip an elixir, white and clean.

Revival

Midnight moonlight
Dark embers befall these eyes.
I yearn to see you where I never did find
A hope, a lost longing, hidden and found.