My book 'Changing Rhythms: Poems on Life, Fantasy and Art' is now available for free download on Kindle for 5 days. Link -> http://tinyurl.com/3yxvs4y9 The paperback editions are available in the respective Amazon stores (de/com/uk/in).tinyurl.com/3yxvs4y9 - Amazon Indiashorturl.at/blX36 - Amazon UKshorturl.at/fOQVY - Amazon USshorturl.at/RTXZ8 - Amazon Deutschland The last three years have been busy for… Continue reading My Book Is Out | Poetry
Does love damage and maim this way? Am I to sacrifice my blood and breath? Knowing full well that I cannot escape, with ribbons, you wrap the gift of death.
This is the third poem in my Lillien series. The first can be found here and the second here. Cover pic: https://cz.pinterest.com/Ve9m_4h I hear the soft ruffling of flowing linen robes, long striding footsteps on the withered grass, awakening the deep longing in my torn heart, have my prayers brought Lillien here at last? Too… Continue reading A Reverie | Poetry | Lillien Series
When you kill the very thing you love, Often, there is a price to pay - Endless heartaches, sleepless nights, No words to utter when you pray
Before you remove my long flowing veil, And uncover the secrets that lie beneath, Be wary of the peril that lies ahead, As you face the demons under the sheath.
You spot the twinkle in my longing eyes, You feel the butterflies flutter their wings, We dance away throughout the night - To the sound of lutes and soothing strings.
Hand in hand, we sail to the edge of the wide world; And into the deepest of still waters all worries toss.
You fill the void in every paragraph - In my world's stage, you play all lives - A thousand deaths cannot strike you Like an ancient phoenix, you survive.
But this was no embrace like the romance of old days; Knowing there will be no happily ever afters to come, I succumbed to my fate and wait for judgement day; There is no salvation from what I have truly become.
The leaves of gold on branches grew, Bare branches on the trees were seen. The autumnal sun came flaring in, Over the hill-tops devoid of green..