Sandcastles

Glinting a shade of amber,On the boundary of gold,Eyes fixate at summer rays,The last ones bright and bold. Feet dig deep in golden ground,Hands carve onto sand,The wind whistles in ears both,And drops dead to the land. The summer sun will always set,The wind will always die,Does not mean winter will not,For it always passes…

Dark luminescence

The sun descends perhaps in the valley below as the twilight stars twinkle, string along and tiptoe. Peaks are just a silhouette now as the evening glow resigns the trees turn to mirrors emitting everlasting shine. However the stars just stay aren’t fairy lights on the tree for fairy lights stringed today produce warmth and…

Where paradise is…

Cold springs of water gushing down the cliffs falling into the canopy ‘the verdant abyss.’ Blooming water lilies risen from the muck softly-sweet scented writing their own luck. Mystic lagoons blue as the sky above tendrils of tenderness and air full of love. Chirping of winged chariots echoing through the land clouds of spirituality and…