Deep sleep dreams slip from an image to a place Lost in time travel, yet it all makes sense Moment to moment, breath to breathless, deepest solitude Once I climbed a mountain high, stood at the summit Reached up, stretched finger tips and grabbed the sun The only burn I felt was my ego as …
Tag: longing
Crowed Room
Wine filled fluted glasses crystal cut with precise intention captures the essence of light introspective reflection of the heart and soul once a year - I take pause, it is a continuous process; the potential has no ending Candles flicker sparks fly a room filled with joy and laughter prompted by the holiday high but …
Trilby Yates 