I have seen an old woman Sitting in a rocking chair The warmth of the desert sun Shining on her through the front window Surrounded
Tag: Poetry & Prose
Common Ground
If you could see What I see In those moments when You’re most vulnerable You might recognize Through the haze Of your sadness There is
Hand of a Stranger
I may smile at you But it stops there I don’t have much To give you Some words Nothing much at all There are spaces
That Day
She once whispered to me Of things which truly matter Only once will I say this She told me It is then up to you
Her Majesty
She sat on her pedestal Indifferent to the throne I made for her So self absorbed My self absorbed Dogmatic and blind There is no
Your Dance
How long will you sit back Watching a slow dance Wishing It was you out there Always waiting For the next song ‘Cause maybe, just
