The Eve of Resurrection

Sleeping beauty stirs… It is the Eve of resurrection…   We can feel her on the breeze calling love back into life.   She is our devotion. She is glowing in the darkness as she echoes through the spaces in our minds.   She is our tiny dancer… We yield to let her dance us…  As we move…

Venus in the Basement

…. I found her in your basement Drowning in dust Obscured by the archives of your past. …. I asked you about her but you didn’t say much just kind of shrugged and brushed it off …. One night, you drove us in She glowed brightly in your beam …. Such familiar relegation don’t you…

Frozen Moments

TUESDAY 4TH OF AUGUST 6.00am He Calls me As he has every day for the past 2 and a half years… I delayed my trip to Bali because he wanted to ‘spend time’ with me When he returned from Prague. My body knew something had changed When he dropped me off at the station and…

Celebrate the Night

“So often our ‘New Age Hangover’ still has us tending to equate love with only light.”

If She Screamed…

“A woman is the barometer for harmony and true beauty is the courage to be vulnerable…”