When Inspiration and Intuition collide It is the joy of a journey of a cosmic ride To the facet of what has not been seen The manifestation of a superlative dream The conductor of these two entities Transpires the heat of absolute purity
Tag: Poetry
Nature’s Philosophy
My favorite noise is white When all I hear is sound Or even the wind against the leaves The gentle sea of earth The dawn of break and the pitch of a perfect melody Or the dusk of eve and the orchestra of a humming symphony
The Recompense and the Sun
What if you had three days left? Would all your insecurities fade? Would everything you have aspired to, be in vain? Would the beauty of the scene be echoing in your private dreams? Or would you run? Would you hide? Would you be in disbelief? In utter assurance of what is to keep? In fear?…
Aubrey's Arch 