the mist hangs low

the mist hangs low over the valley my heart hangs heavy in my chest I look to the skies for some brightness I reach for your arms for some warmth the mist hangs low over the valley my heart hangs heavy in my chest


in my lonely house empty of life for now I sit and ponder ‘home’ these four walls don’t feel like home for you are not here but my chicks not yet fledged still rest in this nest so I am torn home is where the heart is they say my heart is both here and…… Continue reading home

this love is

this love is more so much more than just mere puff of romantic words written lazily without substance and reality this love is made of heart and soul with solidity and practicality interwoven through every thread this love is full of truth and hope no empty promises or made up dreams but warm sincerity and…… Continue reading this love is

soul flying

in these moments as I think of you I send my soul to fly across those miles on which I drove speeding through damp sky it will reach you in but moments poetic licence does its part and through your keyhole unexpected it sneaks and wraps around your heart

In Love

risk taking to feel your love innocently trusting offering my battered heart in exchange for yours receiving your promise to hold it dear giving you my hand to hold my passion to feel laid bare intentions clear terrified yet thrilled in love


I wrapped a gag around my face tight muzzled myself, to stop the words trying to hold back the spillage but the words bled out around the edges trickling down my chin, and onto the page blending with my tears of confusion inner battles laid out like exhibits for all to see and peer at…… Continue reading Ungagged