c a f u n é

running your fingers through your lover’s hair                    you will forgive me for my stumbling,        the way my hand misses the curve of yours                                        the gentle notes of a piano                                   whispered went through the waves of the lake                      soothing sounds of the sea, reminds me -                                            quoting ms pullman -        “nobody could catch me daydreaming”,                             my … Continue reading c a f u n é

s a b a i s m

s a b a i s m the worship of stars or of spirits in them             the fine line between a spirit of stars and immortal wishes  is both impossible and infinite;                        the twisting of the fates belongs to no one,                                             unless you are born into one -       in my books, I have written the … Continue reading s a b a i s m