Sleep alludes me once more, What does one do when you wish to see her? Otiose I am once more As I stare at the darkness of the walls, Body still, mind slow, Yet it does not rest. I wake, finally, in quiet agony Wishing for a warm beverage, Not of coffee but of tea.Continue reading “Sleepless”

Ghost – A Free Verse

There is a creeping coldThat leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake.Unseen, yet surrounding usIn places that are important to them. DeathBirthA fond memoryA tragedyThese are some of the places the spirits gather. Do not catch their eyes young ones,Especially those with the gift to the Unseen.Those whose memories are not of this lifetime,EmpathsContinue reading “Ghost – A Free Verse”