Come yet again
You, my lover of leaving, moonchild, woman of rainbow, it doesn’t matter, like a window, closed can be opened. Moon sickle waxing, rain showers, sound of your footfalls; the wind […]
You, my lover of leaving, moonchild, woman of rainbow, it doesn’t matter, like a window, closed can be opened. Moon sickle waxing, rain showers, sound of your footfalls; the wind […]
We watched the solstice sky, and saw in silence how the dusk and dawn became a fleeting shadow as you beamed for birdsong never ceasing to our dreams. This is […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff