my watercolor dreams
have all bled dry,
with canvases
long since scattered
and far out of reach.
but beneath a lavender sky
my open hand caresses
the spikes
of tall barley and rye
as i wait for the one
with whom
i’m undone.
(mostly) short poems on life and love
my watercolor dreams
have all bled dry,
with canvases
long since scattered
and far out of reach.
but beneath a lavender sky
my open hand caresses
the spikes
of tall barley and rye
as i wait for the one
with whom
i’m undone.
writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...