creative

the daunting canvas presents

endlessly elusive possibilities

where does

inspiration hide?

certainly not in these pages

inhale and unfold

return to yourself

it’s very easy

to get lost out there

fortify and restrain

bide time

count the stars

you will bloom soon

don’t worry about the bad things

i fell in love with those too

time to find the love

you hid away so long ago

those feelings I thought had died were only lying dormant

waiting for the spark of your touch

ambivalent wandering
stumbling upon the end of the road
leaping
sinking
a resting place
a haven
a mirage

follow the birds
winter’s here early