Knowing 

​It comes as a dead sharp knife Through the dark night veil The unknowing. Is it the death or twilight Lightening of pain inside my heart, Must reach even deeper beyond hurt, even silence. Where part of me is buried  Without a gravestone, How can I come back from this,  my heart asks, The answer…

The Unknown heart

Longing has a key to inner chambers of heart. A place away from all noises and worries. A sense of stillness while life passes through the windows.  Suddenly from no place of understanding, flowers in the vase catch their breaths in joy of this momentary touch of breeze. Heart knows the intimacy of touch. The…