When Darkness Lingers

When the darkness still lingers over the rooftops of the old houses, I can cover the entire sun with my hand. I feel happily empty and powerful knowing that I can erase all the light from my word, even when it so eagerly insists on reaching through to my heart. The little rays of warmth…

Flow

As the sun goes down rays of orange light filter through the crashing surf Curling waves glowing from within It’s gorgeous, magical, mesmerizing And maybe that’s what your love does for me Perhaps it fills me Works it’s way through the churning, swelling, rising, swirling Waves that are me Yes, your love flows through me…