I will search for you in crowds, coffee shops, and blowing clouds. At traffic lights, beneath starry nights. I will pluck you from the rest: my dream, my wish, my love. ~dark angel
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Photo Credit: unsplashed- Danielle Dobson Dawn stirs With a trust so gentle Her skirt, a whispered rustle Her presence, like an old friend To edge me back to morning New rain softens the window pane A drop fell on the Cherry tree Sent to kiss the earth And blur the memory of a dream I had lingered too long, within
+ compassion, heart, humanity, love, words
If only I could bring you back, start you over. I’d tell you: ‘worth’ isn’t a tailored suit, a fancy car, or the next big deal. It’s about the ones who sit with you in the dark, count stars, and hear you in your silence. It’s about the ones who find you, dust you off, and blast the radio in your car. … Read More
+ dream lyrics, enchanted, heart, words
night canvas
Beneath a stolen moon There’s a sky full of stars In the whispers of quiet I will wait for you. Burn those bridges Ride these hills Skies on fire, rivers rise My heart beats strong I will wait for you. Come find me, take my hand Here, upon my knees I will wait for you. Beyond the dark I’ll be your light Breathe salvation … Read More night canvas
+ strength, strong women, truth, words
You are not his holler back girl The next time he opens his front door and shouts, ‘Hey Girl’ And tries to claim you with his swag Keep walking Show him what respect looks like Make him learn your name Do not hand over the pieces of your heart and soul to anyone who does not understand: You are worth more … Read More
words
If you were a book, I’d slip upon the page and write you a hymn: To Love The text, an alchemy of lost, of found Shed tears and tangled blooms. I’ll write you a boulevard cradled by oak Swept up in a crescendo storm In an empty room, beneath an altar of glass, Captive, we’ll pray. Words dance through pain, tussle with greed, … Read More words
A Sacred Moment
Morning shivers breaking dawn. A sliver of sunlight slips through the open window. The first sparrow’s chirrup, ‘Wake up, Wake up. Wake up.’ From somewhere down the street, a child’s laughter scatters like jacks tossed upon cement. A siren screams in the distance. The flowers are silent. Heaven is on earth. ~ Annie
Birdie
excerpt from a draft scene~ a word or two on The Detectives and Birdie The setting: Bing’s Palace 1960 At the mention of Birdie, Gladys waved her fingers on both hands to signify wings. She turned, eased past the two sailors to speak with the host. “That one, toward the back wall-” and pointed to a section of round tables placed beneath a … Read More Birdie
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