Titian sunlight kissed her face, her music wooing the pristine moon.
She sings for the breeze, a letter to her love, miles apart that night;
Wishing she could visit, embrace him; oh, if only heaven was near.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.