little tree

slightly ajar
the door
to everything
has opened.
thur my senses
the scent of
gold and laughter
ever so
delicately plays.

outside the door
empty pockets hold
my hands full
of prayers...
but this too:
the dream seed
i planted
is now a
little tree.

dark world

above the world

like an angel
draped over my
shoulder, the
moon in her
silver dress and
full of the softest
magic, pulls me
through my skin.
terrified i might
drop my mask
and be seen, i
hold a distant
stillness close to
my heart and
listen. her voice
comes from that
same stillness:
"don't be afraid
brother, i come
with light to
embrace your

darkness. i bring

the tides to wash
your fear and
sorrow untill
you too will
enlighten this
dark world.