Then a day knee deep in the fray, her path met a wide eyed traveler with much to say. So comfortable it was that without hesitation she invited them in. After all how often does one get to meet their celestial twin.
Tag: poetry
Three Fearless Loves
How do I help. What do I do. When will I learn how to pass love to all of you. My desire from the blue, to write a song, letter or poem that’s true. Thin from air the words like a bird fly. Salty are the tears they bring to the eyes.
The Day I Met Her Was The Day I Met Myself
My daytime attire still not quite feminine, it found me looking more like a hungover rockstar than anything else. A look that always fit me well, I now finally felt like one.
The Making Of Self 