Silence…
The unsaid. The unborn. Impregnated with words, feelings, so much of me. Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go. Sara. Continue reading Silence…
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Day Time Madness in Dreams
Twin globes of soft, golden light. Two suns in a sky kissing gentle Atlantic waves. The epitome of heavenly. The essence of peace. Or maybe, just day time madness in dreams. But then my greedy eyes reached for the sky again and beheld a moon and sun, separated by space, connected by space, sharing space. Apart and together all at once. And you were there … Continue reading Day Time Madness in Dreams
Do we fall or grow in love?
Been thinking of a summer romance in the tropics. Been thinking of creating a galaxy for us, a galaxy built with the bricks of English syntax and fortified with the intricacy of meaning, built for me to be forever with you. I wanna be with you more than I’m with me. But mostly, I’ve been thinking of love and theories of how it happens. Do … Continue reading Do we fall or grow in love?
“She has witnessed…”
Is it really pinker than usual? Old, weathered, beaten, the golden apple tree stands in my backyard. Her leaves dance in the morning breeze like singing kites in the Easter sky. Grey clouds hustle across the clear blue but still the sun fights to make my world a place of vivid greens, yellows and splashes of pink. The bougainvillea is a beacon of pink brightness. … Continue reading “She has witnessed…”
Red Moon
There she is rising, rising still. Life’s best moments capture us in unexpected waves. They sweep us up in a wild tide and deposit us on some foreign shore that didn’t exist, that shouldn’t exist, that exists amidst the madness of our world. A red moon, a warm body, crashing Atlantic waves and star studded blackness become a memory etched, engraved, branded, scorched into a … Continue reading Red Moon
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