It’s quiet nowHereWhere waters lap among the reedsI can hear myself thinkAnd a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possibleHere at the laverBefore the temple of God- the fire pops –And smoke stirred by a vagrant breezeAscends like incenseBearing...

…within myself seeking you silentlythe lock is rusted, the key is a ghostwept epiphany I could not fathom your hurtand the silence is a heavy velvet curtain

Ry'n ni yma o hyd  were you really the  vowel who said you’d roam alone    Not even NASA would find the last  breath you drew from my rib cage,  I’d whisper all night to your skin in Welsh,    if you wore scarlet ribbons in your...

leave me with my sadness it's the crying timemy soul is stirred and all my memories come to mehands outstretched looking to be held tightwelcome home little ones you are part of my spiritmelancholy with her delicate voice ushers...