Verba Volant

I exist in a place 
Between darkness and dawn
My soul roams free in violet shades of a luscious lea
Where amber blooms cruise lavish trails
Dreams are verba volant
Draped on a woven harvest
My lips persimmon etched
My breath a springtime lustre

My eyes ache from unshed tears
Their depths captive

Veni, vidi, vici..

A piquant zephyr flows from my fingers
Like a whispering light
Indulging the
Moonflowers hush in the soft misty air
Life lulls me a monologue of rhetoric
An opalescent fire that becomes my shelter

I become my shelter
My footsteps
The building blocks
Of flowering seedlings.


I succumb to pain 
It swirls my nerves
A wild calling of the senses
Burning force wrapped in gossamer
It’s screaming strength
Torches my skin
Nourishing my mind to evade

I cannot overcome

It catches me in my gut
Wrenches my breath
I try to deal with it
It transcends my mortal

I am a survivor till death tears me into vulnerability.