Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Rogue Planets

I think of you at ten; the first time I saw you. Your smile at nine and how it lit up something inside me I had thought long dead. Your lips at eight pressed against mine and at seven, your warm breath in my ear and your hands everywhere. You tell me you love me at six and at five we have our first real fight. At four we have our second and at three, our third. At two you tell me you can't go on any longer and then at one, you ask me to stay.

- LangLeav 


Thursday, October 23, 2014

A Toast!

"To new beginnings,
     in fear and faith
      and all it tinges."

Well, I'm going to take a huge step out of my comfort zone and it sure is frightening.
Something I was never good at, have no experience in and always resisted.

Having said that, I'm looking forward to it.
So here's a toast, to new beginnings.


Wednesday, October 22, 2014


There is a certain stillness, when even the gentle flutter of a
butterfly's wing feels like a hurricane.

 The moment when crashing waves fall asleep, peaceful, lost
to the serenity of salty dreams.

 When tall tress stand to attention and every leaf pauses,
takes a deep breath and holds it.

 It is here, beneath the maddening silence I hear your name.

 An echo of you.
- Michael Faudet