Early morning in your heart Winds pulling curtains part Sun shining through to veins Blessing embodied remains Your eyes upon the view Heart holding life

The den of fiction writer, poetry maker and magic enthusiast.
Early morning in your heart Winds pulling curtains part Sun shining through to veins Blessing embodied remains Your eyes upon the view Heart holding life
Original Fiction Rating: PG Authors Note: This happened to be my dream, whilst asleep. Too realistic, too vivid. The “HECK NO!” thing. Barely in a
Original fiction Short story Rating – PG There it was – the lingering smell of the fragrance left by the lady who came in seeking
These broken hallways, from hell knows which place, or space – with close to nothing in common with any place I know.
Climb down again, fall like a log, Expecting night to flow.. Another turn, another day We’re doomed again to draw.
Steam rising from a tea cup, Her fingers stirring pen. Thoughts getting over break up Of fictional intent. She’s breathing hard, Her eyes are cold;