ivory mist

Ivory mist:

Lost stars find their sky

A rooster waits for dawn




heightened energy of

words yearning to be born ;

ink shapes



  • Silence, as poignant as a child’s cry,
  • Nursing a hope that can belie.
  • Words are emotions with sound
  • Written with ink and tears downed.
  • Silence laden with unspoken words
  • In a place where conversations are never heard.
  • Time hangs in the balance, running,
  • A maze of illusions , mute, spinning.
  • Soundlessness becomes timeless,
  • My syllables become rhyme-less.
  • Words do a tête-à-tête in my head,
  • Unraveling thoughts , unsaid.
  • Silence whispers to me in the absence of words,
  • Like a weeping child that has never been heard.
  • I look for you in the silence of my sleep.
  • Hearing the heart of our combined minds, weep.
  • Poetry: The perfect noun

    If I had wings to fly
    I would go to the scarlet moon
    On the wings of a diamond night
    Trying to live again
    Because the poet in me cannot die
    I would go in search of my muse
    I would go in search of eternity..
    Under an ancient sky 
    That spills the sun in my hair
    Wildflowers in my eyes
    Poetry on my lips
    When the wind sings on my skin
    Broken heartstrings kindle a lilt
    Clouds weep into the blue
    My soul goes sleepless
    As the moon and sun wake together
    Feeding my soul with ink
    In a silence that goes ballistic
    A quill that needs to be tranquilized
    I idolize thoughts that spring
    From poetry..
    My mind stops hurting
    I crash my hourglass..

    Night slow dances into dawn

    Lavender breaths float on starlight,
    Night's effulgent moonlit trail
    Beguiles sleep's headlong rush
    To relish hushed dreams.
    Night slow dances into dawn
    When birds sing to the flowers,
    Butterflies inhale nectarine
    Golden sunlight streams.
    Mountains laugh into the clouds
    Showering ambrosial dewdrops;
    Shimmering gossamer wings
    Fly into the blue.
    Though winter is upon us
    Sun still runs in fields, meadows
    November will take the fall
    In Autumn's aurum lap.