Rebirth
Original Poetry

Rebirth

I think IOnce held the stars in my handsAnd floated by the galaxiesAnd raced across the winds. I think IOnce burned within the sunAnd showered earth with rainAnd chose to suffer pain I think IOnce…

Soft Silence
Original Poetry

Soft Silence

Snow falls slowly,glistening on the hillside in the moonlight. A gentle wind blowsthrough the snowcapped evergreens. Soft. Silent. The scent of a Christmas dinner floatsFrom a distant source,Where a family talks and laughs,Sharing memories and…