Quotes: Wabi Sabi
Originally posted on Timeless Classics:
***** The tides of time should be able to imprint the passing of the years on an object. The physical decay or natural wear and tear of the…
Monthly Archive: January, 2020
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The waterfall
“Hearts awry Wary ghostly grasp Weary lonely gasp Yet I can’t hold Enclasp” Robert. Waterfall “Hearts awry Wary ghostly grasp Weary lonely gasp Yet I can’t hold Enclasp” The night is silence,… Continue reading
Nothing remains the same
Now nothing remains the same Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
La petite mort
La petite mort She was a portrait of beauty. Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in… Continue reading
A love story
A love story You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often… Continue reading
The lake song
The Lake song I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my… Continue reading
We Are All The Same Inside
Originally posted on The Jones Group:
They work hard, just like everyone else. Trapped in their bubble we call planet Earth. For what it’s worth, my brothers and sisters, I know your hurt…
Love
Originally posted on forgottenmeadows:
My love for you goes beyond all silver linings from the darkest storm it stretches like the wind to glorious sunlit days beyond all seasons… it waves at the universe…
“We loan, we borrow and we stole
We loan, we borrow and we stole The Winter of 1978, we create boundless nights, we made thousand promises for love and you taught me. We loan, we borrow and we stole. The… Continue reading
The willow tree
The willow trees Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to… Continue reading