Discovering new beginnings and remolding visceral concepts. Hints as to where to start and how to look when finding a relevant voice for new expressions. Exploring one's heart, redefining one's dignity in a changing landscape.
Writing and reading in ASMR, soft spoken word poems created for relaxation and stimulating the creative process, as well stories of untethered exploration.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
When I see You Coming
When I see you coming, A hand to shield the sun Hair in the wind A song upon your lips.
You'll smile with the breeze Bright light dancing in your glance Yesterdays will fade away, When I see you coming.
A smile will enchant your brow Your pace will quicken And so, my heart, When I see you coming.
But sparseness casts my thoughts As minioned hearts do wane With troubled eyes I strain, Till I see you coming