Month: August 2004

  • Waking To Her

    the sunbeam dances on the wall

    as i stir from my slumber

    lighting my return from night to day.

    the twilight journey was as a

    voyage upon hostile waters

    tossed about on an ocean of restless nightmares.

    as i reached her shore

    the calm, quiet like a walk in a grassy meadow

    full of birdsong, sunshine and flower scent,

    embraces my weary vessel into its

    blessed harbour.

    it is morning and all is well,

    her smile reassures my beaten soul,

    her arms cradling my tired form.