My Poetry


Loving hands, wiping away tears, leavings trails of salty wetness.
Fragrant senses invade my sleep.
Teasing memories, hidden from sight.
Bringing to light whispered dreams.
Waiting for the desires to be fulfilled.


Swirling sands dancing through the portals of time.
Never giving up their prize.
Gifting lovers with the passage of self.
Dusty tomes of knowledge, hidden from sight.
Waiting to be opened, to spill forth their stories into our presence.
Old lives relived by storytellers, brought to the forefront in reverence.
Stories running free, like horses in our souls.
Miraculous colors, changing our viewpoint, forcing us to look at life.
Flowing words on paper, making new life,
Stories to be read and reread until they are lived.



Wondrous beauty surrounds us, begging us to look.
Sometimes we are not ready to see
Sometimes we see but can’t act
Sometimes we act without seeing, making new paths to follow.
Giving up comfort to really live.
To experience life as we should..
Spreading our wings to soar.



We are always damaged goods, until we learn to heal ourselves.
That comes from inner peace.
Learning that is a reaffirmation of the power of the soul.
People come into our lives for a reason.
It is up to us to determine want that is and how to use it .






Twisting strands of life, leading us on journeys from the heart.
Distant voices, begging to be heard.
Wanting their stories their stories to be told.
Bringing them to life.
Real people, past lives.
Not wanting to be forgotten.
The air of a thousand voices ruffles my red curls.
Reminding me that I am not in control.
I just am.



Passion is the other side of love.
It is the action of love.
It comes from the soul and can’t be forced.

We have many loves from many times.
Some are old.
Some are new.
Some are continuing


Twisting strands of life
Leading us on journeys
Are you my beloved?
My immortal beloved?
Always there in every life I have lived.
Watching and waiting for a chance to join in.
Please join me now, I have waited a very long time
I am tired, help me to rest in your strong arms.
Just for a while.
I will rejuvenate while in your arms,
Replenish my soul
Hold back the world while I bide my time here
Nothing can be so wrong, while I am resting
Angelic beings pet and cosset me
I have no worries, no cares, nothing to bother me.
In a womb like trance, almost like being reborn
Reborn to a world that I have created
I have chosen the players in my Play
But I am still writing the ending
I have dreamed it all




Selkies rising from the sea.
Invading my dreams.
Beckoning me to come to them.
Enticing me with their passion and promise of love.
Knowing they are between worlds, but not caring.
Let me dream more, or bring my dreams to reality.
I sense their presence, just out of sight.
Waiting for slumber to overtake me.
So they might visit again.
Such passion.
Such love.
Why must I wait?
If I could just find their shroud.
Then they would be mine forever.
Belonging to no one but me.
But they are part of the Faery world and belong to all .
Their dark eyes follow me when I walk on the shore.
Watching and waiting….waiting for me to sleep
So they can leave their damp abode and come ashore to be among the humans again.