As The Goddess Awakes

  Tormented soul and a tormented mind Lie awake here tonight. The midnight oil ceases to burn As the lamp is silently rolled aside. “Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe” But will thy ever forget thy lost Lenore? Hungry wolves traverse these plains Won’t it be easier to meet them ashore? What use is a … Continue reading As The Goddess Awakes

Sunday Morning

Butterflies flutter in through the window, Red, yellow and blue. In, like a shower of rainbows, In all merry colours and hue. Girls play by the swing, Spilling laughter onto their white dress, Watching rabbits hop around the meadow, Looking like they couldn’t care less. I sit among autumn leaves, Turning the pages of time, … Continue reading Sunday Morning