In the quietest hours of the night Unbidden, she opens her eyes Half awake, half asleep, One foot still within the world of dreams She hears the echoes On these four walls, Here and now – Life calls. She untangles herself from The sheets, half dressed and with Barefoot feet. She steps out into the
Month: August 2021
She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells. ~ Dean Koontz I have been a lover of words ever since I can remember. In truth, I cannot recall a time when words
I remember the day when I got my first DSLR camera. It was something that I had always dreamed of having but never really thought would happen. That was surely a day that both changed and enriched my life for the better. Today I absolutely could not imagine who I would be without my camera.
She tiptoes across The living room floor Remembering the dance That once was and Is no more Longing to let the music Carry her away Wistfully, quietly, Her heart begins to sway As soft as the flickering Candle light The music begins to shine From her eyes A tentative step forward And backward she goes