Traveling Light

But please, let me not die with longing in my heart wishing to walk the leaf’s edge in a fresh cup of tea from a foreign land steaming behind glass that sits in the souvenir shop of my imagination’s dream Let me leave with the memory of flavor a sweet seasoned last breath of spices … More Traveling Light

Again

Sometimes I feel like tiny man with only almost dreams, like tea kettle on low, with only half the steam. Where is the air, to make sharp calling sound of whistle? Dreams once made of marble, now come cracked and brittle. What say I to all the friends who believed so dear, that my feet … More Again

Golden

I know where to go, how to compound words so tightly, they squeeze moisture out of the air, but only in the shape of golden tears. Treasure, at the end of rainbows. Set it on a mark to go! Your flow can set a hand free. Heart can be your new start, free fly and find … More Golden