a poem: sailing back

I pack my bags I put on my coat I close the door behind me There is no thing left to touch There are no eyes to look into There will be no more reason left to stay Except Time after time I do look back Time after time I open the door Time after [...]

a poem: roses & dust

a blooming field of smelling roses pink, red and white a sudden storm hitting the grounds unexpectedly leaving nothing but dusty emptiness behind have I ever smelled them? were they ever beautiful? were they ever there? love conquers the deepest spheres of the heart only to be splitting it in shatters leaving us in doubt [...]