
there is poetry
murmuring on
the breeze for
those who are
listening…how
can we be quiet?
~kat

there is poetry
murmuring on
the breeze for
those who are
listening…how
can we be quiet?
~kat

beneath deep green cover
tendrils of warm sunlight
fall softly, earth wet with
dew, leaves rustling
in the breeze
~kat

follow your bliss
for life is but a song
over too soon

peace never comes easily
we must fight for it with
everything we have…our
voice and the power of love

the night, though it grows
darker by the hour,
promises a universe
full of stars for
wishing and sweet
dreams to keep us
come morning
~kat

dream of a day
we give voice to flowers
and truly listen to the river’s
sweet song, for unless we
can hear the world’s sacred
rhapsody, what’s the use
of wishing on a
thousand dying stars
~kat
Magnetic Poetry Love Kit.

but for a few
faded old pictures,
I would never have
remembered those times
we were brilliant, dazzling souls
devouring life with feverish joy…
who are these smiling ghosts
staring at me, who wasted
their youth chasing after time…
~kat