Sacred places

In the depression of our hearts in the deepest, most sacred places of our souls this is where we find the moments, the beginnings of things There is no silence between heartbeats only the suffering of life’s echo waiting to begin waiting to end There is nowhere more sacred than that of ourselves where in … More Sacred places

The end of summer

~ The coffee sits cold and forgotten a liquid shadow in the silence of night where movement becomes ethereal and silken with a touch of the butterfly as she kisses the gravestones of summer goodbye and so we look for the warm remembrances of times spent allowing our skin to feel the heat of life’s … More The end of summer