Thursday, February 3, 2011


For far too long,
I stood,
On the edge of the shore,
Praying you would show your face,
And come to me.

What a waste!
If I had known,
Simply staring at the ocean,
Was holding you at bay,
I would have dived in,
And allowed,
Your salty kisses,
To consume,
The idea,
Of ever being apart..

When You Pour Your Tea

When you pour your tea,     There are a thousand eyes, Watching the moon, Praying for answers. Invite those eyes, To sit awhile...