The cup Of my solitude has been emptied Spilled out upon the world Bit by bit Lovingly With reverence I pour From the quiet of my heart To renew the well Once more
Tag: heart
Dear Night, You are filled with magic and gifts that no other can bring. Too often I focus on the day and the life that it brings – the sound of the birds singing and the feeling of the warmth of sunshine on my skin. But the daytime is much too ambitious. It is filled
She walks with me Ever so quietly This poet’s heart That sets me free
A Quiet Heart 