Seeing through the eyes of others

poetry and writings based on the truth of life. Everyone sees through their own lenses. Trade glasses with someone else and view your world…and theirs. I write personal, I write upon request and not limited to one area, genre, or style

Montréal

  • Mystery and Life

    At sunset she woke, Alexandra, At last clothed in mourning black, while daylight bled away behind the world Pearls circled her throat like captured moons,and a red stone rested at her breast a quiet, polished promise of the blood she craved She was the vampire queen,merciful only in the way night can be merciful:gentle to… Read more

  • She too

    She is an earthly queen wrapped in shadow and silk, possibly a witch, possibly a vampire, possibly something older and more powerful than either There is something in her presence that feels ancient, untamed, almost holy as though she carries the light, yet darkness shines withinShe is a protector, though she does not always announce… Read more

  • Ineffable

    She is ineffable, beyond words, beyond measure. The kind of presence you don’t try to define. She’s like a wide Oklahoma sky at dusk stretching farther than you can follow. She is creativity itself, both moon and sun, steady and shifting, radiant in every phase.There’s something old in her, something that hums quiet and deep,… Read more

  • With but one…

    Here I sit, whole yet broken. I once could fly, I once could soar,I once could reach heights unknown.I once could do so much more than now but with one wing left, I am hurt; I am alone. I can breathe, I can see, I can speak, and I can hear, yet I cannot reach… Read more

  • Traffick with no stop signs

    It is a cruel world, and not in some distant, abstract way people like to talk about when they want to feel thoughtful but untouched. I mean here.I mean now. I mean the roads you drive, the towns you trust, the places with familiar names that are supposed to mean safety. Because somewhere between Hartland… Read more

  • She Breathes

    The beauty of the Creator and her amazing beauty is only ever a glimpse;  a fleeting taste of something vast, mysterious, and beyond earthly design: Hers is is a glory that could only be born of Heaven itself Her creations unfold as living expressions of that perfection her grace woven into form, love etched into… Read more