Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies,
cutting a swathe through the breeze
and gently closing your eyes.

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.

Tell me..how do you stand there?
filling the doorway....of my life.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

Live as many lives as you can.

I breathe in...the silence
of my own heart
aching with tenderness
with memories..
Of home.