second time lucky

a very sweet waiting time, waiting for you, baby of mine. a pretty cold spring, sunshine. the same red dress, filled with more and more love, silk. the same old process, without the judge. some seeds, a garden, an evermoving edge. and the sky above. your brother. my flowers. a …

unfinished

I know treasures are everywhere waiting for us to find them and share their wonders but deep in my sea there is still a question, an anchor, a will, waiting for you to tell me that’s true.