Let me meditateRuminateFind peace in the rubbleBuried hereIs my willThat lost touchWith the surface Blind without handsTracing soundMislaid willAmbles erraticallyLacking directionBut for momentary pullsOf the heart strings

This Old Tree

I've always known this old tree It's roots now cross the land and sea Each knot a battle hard fought and won With branches that reach to bend the sun The time worn skin helps keep deep scores I love you, initials, mine and yours A truth I knew there from the start I have … Continue reading This Old Tree


Pupils dilate Blood begins to rush A shy smile Heart aflutter Cheeks begin to flush The first sight Our first night The shared colour Blush   Eugi's Weekly Prompt: Blush