microscopic muses

When you go, I will follow And there (left behind us) Poetry will sing love’s song

  a day slowly dies amongst chronicle chimes, where times are (‘a) changing 

Sunset   silhouettes Reflecting reflections A day’s unanswered question * now answered *  

when dubiously bowing; ask cautiously, to dance (with your own reflection)                      

fallen  branch, lost chance; for a bird’s newly altered stance

 have you ever noticed how the Sun creeps away across the grass and how the shadows always follow him?

You never told me   Where you wanted to go Or who you wanted to be Or how you wanted to be seen Only that you wanted to breathe *without me*

  S ource of life water A light that gives Organic 

  I slept inside a dream Within the dream, I was sleeping *enfolded in your arms *

  Petals upon petals Growing without  Knowing your own beauty