A God made love. I remember the day vividly, when she asked me to remove the stabilisers from her pretty pink bicycle, with wick basket and handle bar tassels to match. “I’m too big for these now.” She said very certainly. So self critical and upset each time she fell crying what a silly littleContinue reading “A Daddy’s daughter”
Palm leaves reach out in worship for they knew, just who He was. He flipped tables in the den of thief’s. He showed his way the truth. Broke bread and explained of a no greater love then betrayed with a kiss. Snatched in the dark, a snatch in secret. Found guilty of His innocence, deniedContinue reading “By His wounds”
Raining leaves falling far from half bear trees rustling swirling with every well mannered breeze a brief introducing from a hungry squirrel playing conkers on the ground running quickly hiding from the trodden twig sound natures beauty still attractive smell of wood fire on cue withering though soulful lapping the last rays of the sunContinue reading “summers last dance”
You were once only a dream that I had. I was a meandering river gushing towards your valley of still turned, the elixir of life. As the dreamers dream, now you’re to be my wife. Dreams like you are beautiful. But where do dreams begin? Is it on the strings of harps and violin? InContinue reading “Dream”
You once asked if I loved you my short answer was no. The truth my feelings I could not let go. I was dancing in the pink hue of the atmosphere, escaping the dragons fiery breath I could not see, I was deaf. There has been now many moons many of them blue, I hopeContinue reading “I hope now someone loves you”
Lured in by the grace of a beaming smile that hid much. I saw heartache through her eyes that I found attractive, a profound force struck something inside of us. Beneath my fury and her pain, like thyme that grew through pebbles. We found love.
To hear music is to feel. Changing of emotion echoing the expression of ones soul. Proof of His existence. Life without music, impossible. Above clouds racing through veins, in musical notations love thrives. Pulsating to the symphony of our lives.
You are the poetry. Like the bells that chime my hand composes your fate to rhyme. The way you motion with the mop, you became my morning muse. Alexa is taking requests in the kitchen, so take my hand and i’ll let you choose.