Sunday Mornings

Morningtide delivers delightful dreams that blossom into awakenings

Play Me

King with wings that sings without relent until strings are spent.

A melody & harmony weave a poetic composition my soul’s essence finds flawless.

Memories are banked flames when blown upon blaze with incendiary desire.

My addiction to a divine prescription.

Unfettered by fears that muffle and stifle the self and what I feverishly feel.

Our duet conveys a golden chemistry that rivals alchemy.

Stunned me with your striking spark that quickly kindled into a blazing arc

I will weave it into a waking wonderful truth

The elegant crescent is the edge of my bow, guarded and barely seen