Beneath the quiet earth rest her cold bones and over the ground a tomb of snow white; no tawdry embellishments carve the stones the pale marble glistens in the moonlight. The nightingale pines for its long lost mate, does its heaving heart burst forth with pain? Is it singing sweet notes of love and death… Continue reading Her Grave | Poetry
Liebesträume | Love Dream | Poetry
Swirling mists, misshapen forms - Phantasms of a lifetime by your side - In your loving arms, I embrace my role - As your truest friend, lover and bride.