A twisted vine

Ensnaring passerby

Sneaking tendrils of light

Soft caresses belying their might.

A thought unspoken, a world unseen

Hope arises as the phoenix, from fire free.


The moon creeps behind clouds,

Not daring disturb my solitude.

The stars wink out without bound,

Darkness complete, cloying sweet.

Celestial caretakers of my heart,

Till the light of day dismembers your art.


The wind is a creature

It slips like a cat in the night

So fast, your eyes cannot but peer

Your hands cannot feel

Grief paints your face

A thousand scratches, etched in tears.

The cat cries, the wind’s howl

Alone, a silent sound.