Cradle of The Unknown

I amble gently down this path Collecting flowers and weaving poems Trying to capture the fleeting feelings I stitch my heart to these special places Until I’m blanketed in a patchwork of honey hued moments I follow the hems of the hills and valleys My eyes search for a landing place My feet crave solid…Read more Cradle of The Unknown

I am the prisoner of unfortunate timing Held captive my whole life by the shackles of having no where to put my love I think my heart must be off beat or my soul untethered Everything ends before it begins I’m endlessly tumbling in the undertows of Right person, wrong time Wrong person, right time…Read more