Death of a masquerade

The Full moon oversees All access… such a special one Tonight’s unique in all its givings This moment long awaited Twinkling tear-filled eyes Love overflowing Delicate and vulnerable Breathing Pauses… a blink and a stutter This familiar face A safe space no longer Revelation Death of the masquerade

Rainy Days

Emotions pour from the clouds.. weighted and heavy. Each droplet containing a moment that couldn’t be held. No longer able to contain its composure.. It swelled. It filled. Traveling downward, speeds unknown. Traveling up was no longer an option until after impact. Maybe rays of hope from the sun would raise up what was splattered…

Sunrise

Top of the morning where love is made Satisfied and refreshed, it’s a new day Joy rising in sync with the sun Another beautiful morning has begun Gazing into each other’s eyes This is where the treasure lies And as this signals the start of a new week Humbly and thankfully each other’s embrace is

Letting it out

It’s been a while. So long that I almost don’t know how to navigate the space. Overthinking. Undermining self. Optimistic. Intoxicating. It’s a ride that I don’t want to get off that I want to keep climbing.. together. Time.. though it has been quick is no match for where my dreams have drifted. How do

Webs

There’s joy and wholeness already present. Love bursting from everything that’s shared. It’s done. Done. A limited space discovered by God’s gifts… flowing, nurtured, and unexpected. The moments are priceless, yet create a sense of longing that can never be fulfilled. It can only be whole in a limited dose.. a limited acceptance.. a limited..

Approaching

I can’t help but to feel that some great opportunities are on the horizon for the upcoming month. No, I don’t know what is coming but it’s going to bring peace, joy, happiness, and newness. Can’t you feel it? Aren’t you ready for something different and exciting? I am. What are you looking forward to

Short and Sweet

It’s surreal. This.. thing. This… intensity. This… blessing. No matter if I’m on empty, one thought of you fills me. I’m full and desiring more. Does that make me greedy? Or does it make me needy? Needy of what’s pure, unplanned, and inspiring. Doesn’t even matter because I’ll never let go, unless you release me.