Hello October

your spirit would speak to me

like whispers on a dark cold breeze

the voice calling out “come to me, come to me!”

oh, how it haunted me

following me in every step

chasing me through the leaves with it’s chilling cry

“go away!” I’d scream, “I don’t want to be with thee.”

but it would chase me

urging me to come “home”

but it wasn’t my home

and it wasn’t it’s home

which was fine by me

for I was the free roamer of the night

my path was lit by the moonlight

and I faded in and out of the shadows

just as I pleased

I was the entity that the children called for

the communicator of stars

but your spirit didn’t want to let me be

the ceaseless chants of “come to me” echoed throughout the leaves

“I don’t want to be with thee, I don’t want to be with thee!”

To Be One

Listening to a song on repeat

I could live in this music - after all it’s the only comfort I have here

on these silent, desolate, nights.

Glancing out the window I think of you.

The time, the place, wishing I could see you again.

But time is not like that

it wasn’t permitted to be kind.

In a new lifetime, it will be different, but not in this one.

I can yearn for what I want, need and crave - but my soul will forever be chasing yours -

through the wilderness and beyond. 

You will always be my leader and I shall always follow

even into the darkest of places, the places you don’t want me to go

for even after all this time

I just want our souls to be one.

Carried by Bees

laughter can be heard from the inside,
singing from the top of a hill.
the sounds of happy children echo in the distance,
my thoughts - a buzz still.

water trickles through the valley,
flowers dance in the breeze.
i’m waiting to hear your whisper,
a sound that’s carried by the bees.

Simplistic Love

sometimes when I'm alone I dream of you.
searching for something old,
something new,
something borrowed,
& something blue.


a fairytale wedding…
the one where I get to kiss you.
it's all in my head, it's true...


but I know one day I'll look over & I'll see you
searching for something old,
something new,
something borrowed
and something blue.

If this was real…

If this was real, I wonder,
Would you return the same amount of affection to me, as I give you?


If this was real, and in a different lifetime,
Do you think we'd be together? Setting our creative spirits free?


Would you be the one kissing me every night, letting me know that things were alright?
Would you be the one loving me, holding on to me tight?


If this relationship was real, would you be here with me?
Not letting me wonder what's going through your head…
You'd listen to me, intently, on all the things that I have said.


If this was real, 400 years ago, do you think you'd be my Romeo?
All these things, you see, these thoughts are haunting me


Would this be everything and more?


Or at some point, would I lose you, and let you slip out that door?
I'm forced to wonder these things, you see, for all I have is this photograph & a single dream.