It was just a dream anyways

Push beyond the pale

To the past and the future,

With love, I release. 

drumming on the roof
a piece of the old shatters
in summer solstice rain

testing the waters

I peek from behind
wet my finger up to the wind...
has the season changed?

Spring stories

A tea kettle blows
Dancing across the breeze
Through open windows

how these dreams persist
let the realities fade
till they become one.

tick tock

the minutes tick by
I miss what was never mine
self imposed silence