Dreams of Trust

What is trust but the gatekeeper of love which whispers truth To the blindness of the heart A silent sentinel of the soul For love seeks only in another that which fulfills our dreams For who dreams of being alone in the hopes of their...

Its Late...

  Its late and time drags its footstep’s sullen tread in that singular quiet hour when neither sleep nor dreams will come and I lie awake in the darkness of my room considering a thousand thoughts and none, to find what may ease my burden there. ...

If Only

  The long cold night of winter's past And the dawn awakens with a cool crispness to the air That seeks the warmth of day As winter waits, Hesitant,  Like a lovers kiss Which seeks to heal a wounding, And the other ...