It is the haunting of the words, the disturbed silences of the aching thoughts like lost souls searching for “home” and I, their tortured guide offering up each and every time a vein to set the restlessness of our deaths free along with this half light of the living darkness in me that whispers through…
Dead
Search my soul find no one home black as coal my heart lost to the darkest darkness of dreams that scream a quiet rage hidden as the calm of shadows armed and stalking like a haunting hunger to welcome the unwelcome inside the empty ©Debbie Berk 2017
Midnight Dreamer
Dark as the night the moon in her eyes and poetry in her veins all mystery and bold a warrior and fallen angel full of pain an untamed spirit like a gypsy she roams letting her dreams guide the way, finds redemption in the words, lets them speak until the loss and the ache of…
I love the storms
how they remind me of you the way you loved with such passionate fury, your dedicated destruction, your comforting calm as the wind in your wings grew weary and you lay breathless where new seeds planted you and you were rooted there in the promising dreams that kept you for a time distant the thunder…
