As the sky darkens Overgrown weeds sway in the distance The night air is cool And as gentle as a whisper Golden street lamps Flicker against a cerulean blue sky And it is quiet once again Gone is the sound of laughter And shared conversation Emotion filled glances Linger over a steaming cup of coffee I miss the intensity of your touch The humour in your eyes And the curl of your smile But most of all I miss The way that you make me feel As I stand here reflecting On a day well spent I anticipate your return...
Quiet always quiet My words ricochet off the back walls of thought like silver bullets piercing into the chaos wounding self expression and killing the art with a silent tongue quiet always quiet fearful that those watchful will criticise what another heart desires gnawing I feel it gnawing in the back of my throat like a dry cough it clutches and remains stuck in the barrel indecisive finger on the trigger of hope quiet always quiet...
In my mind I can see you Your eyes welcoming Your words kind I imagine Your touch Your warm embrace I linger there In your presence Remembering Secretly longing For what was Once...
I am a graduate of the Etobicoke School of The Arts, I went on to study at U of T, then continued my education at George Brown College.I am passionate about life and love. I play with words, and shoot with a camera, both are lethal. I warn you, to know me is to love me. [Love is that condition in the human spirit so profound that it allows me to survive, and better than that, to thrive with passion, compassion, and style. - Maya Angelou]