Poetry

Ouija

Call to the night, listen and close your eyes tight, do you hear the sweet voice calling you from the moonlight, although they may be out of sight, like a fantastical sprite, they are there watching until twilight, rest now knowing that they are what brings the sunlight.

Poetry

Take My Hand

Follow me to lands unknown, our adventurous souls etched in the stories we've told,  but still dripping with dreams yet to be foretold,  for the world remains in our hands to hold, take my hand, darling,  there's a journey waiting for us to unfold.  Forever you and I, our beating hearts forever entwined,  each feeding… Continue reading Take My Hand