Category: Poetry

Was That My Soul?

She soars high, Becoming one, with the heavens above, Is that my soul, or is it merely a bird. I squint to see, through the orange sun, yet, all I can see, is a fleeting hue, A hue of indigo blending, with the blue…

A Paradox

In the midst of a storm, I calm down, In the calm of the night, my storm rages, A paradox I am. I am both Yin and yang, I am perfect, and I am not, I am Delphic, and I am common, a paradox…

The Angel

Her, I spy,as I walk on by, I stop and stare, she sparks desires of which I have never known, Of a fire, of a love that lies bare. As I reach out, she breathes light, a light that blinds me, it is so…