Blog

Spinning their web. Sleepy thoughts are spiders,  Crawling through my head. They spin their silk of seductive slumber, Into a montage of...

Beloved Sara, Here’s another poem for the night, I hope it finds you alright. And though it starts with rhyme, Do not be fooled this...

And the Mysterious lady called Night The night is a soft hugger, She reaches out through the window, possesses your pillow, And whispers...

Sleep comes, A silent slithering snake. She whispers gently, “Come with me”. I smile, seduced by her silky voice, The sweet thoughts of...

Evening. The sun sets, yellow. The moon rises, silver. And the feeling of turmoil seeps in.  As the darkness creeps in, And fills the...