Twilight Path

In half-light whispers sway the grass, the shadows spin as moments pass.
A step, a sigh, so faint, so slight, the evening burns in crims...

Caught in the net, without a name, a gaze that slips through silent frame.
My breath fights back, the fabric cries, I pull, I tear – sti...

A body stretched between two spheres, with veins that trace the silent stone.
No pain, no cry - just dream appears, as root flows in, an...

She leans inside a breathing space, no more to flee, no more to fight.
The time that once awoke her pace, now rests within her hands, he...

In the tangle of old life-veins, a soul climbs upward, bare and torn,
naked with itself, mid ancient pains: When was the start? And wha...

Freedom doesn't always begin with a step forward. Sometimes it begins with letting go, quietly, not dramatically, not loudly.
An open ha...

I wear gold but it doesn’t lift me. It glows, but not for me.
I’m tired of having to sparkle, of the daily dance for attention, of compa...

Before a door of stone and might, she stands alone, in veiled white light.
A silent cloth she holds with grace, to shield the truth, yet...

Poetry