As the day turns in to rest,
A reflection on the day.
We took control,
We made amends,
And said as much as we could say.
Now the night creeps up on us –
Silence seeping in.
A deep breath,
A restful mind,
A sense of peace emerges within.
Tag: poet
I was born to be a poet.
I was born to be a poet.
All these thoughts inside my head
Come to me in metaphors and
Used to go unsaid.
Until I found my poetry
And look what it’s become –
A flowing sense of inspiration
For years on end to come.
And though I have my struggles
And battles like the rest,
Poetry is always there
To make me feel my best.
I was born to be a poet.
It comes so naturally
And now I know my purpose
Of whom I’m meant to be.
Mirror Magic, Honey
Honey on the lips.
Magic on the tongue.
A fierce look upon the face.
The night has just begun.
Entering the building
Like walking on a cloud.
A glimpse in the mirror
While moving through the crowd.
A sip from the glass.
A whisper in the ear.
Chills run down the spine
The legs hit the chandelier.
Honey on the lips.
Magic on the tongue.
Mirror to the soul.
She is…
A whirlwind through a field of flowers.
A glimpse of sun during a storm.
A cold shower after a night out.
A first warm day in spring.
A delicious cup of coffee.
A sunset on a beach.
A breath of fresh air.
A lunar eclipse.
A goddess.
A poem.
