Love, Musings, Poetry

Wishful Thinking

Coffee, hope, poetry. I don’t know if I’d read it somewhere, but these three words keep ringing wistfully in my head lately. Perhaps it is because they are representative of the things that tug at my heart the most in this life. Oh would we all be so lucky to have our days filled with drawn out coffee conversations, quiet hope and beautiful poetry that makes sense of it all. What else could one ask for. Perhaps it is the simplest things that mean the most after all. 

Musings, Poetry, Process, Words

Once Upon A Dream 

So much has changed in (a little more than) a year

So much has happened 

So much has shifted and broken within my heart 

I started on this road naive and believing

Stumbled a lot along the way

Lost so much 

And learned even more.


Knowing what I know now

I wish I could do it all over again

I would have done so much better.


Mercy, mercy. 

Mercy, erase it all

Mercy, please let me start new. 

Home is where you are

Won’t you come and call me back?

Whisper tenderly to this heart 

“I’m on my way 

It’s not too late 

You’re never too far gone

Wait for me

I will come for you I promise 

And it will all be worth it.” 


Mercy. Mercy. 

Love, Pain, Poetry, Words


I used to call you a stranger 

I shook my head and laughed 

when you asked me to marry you

“You don’t even know me!”

Grinning, you said, “I know enough.”


The days passed 

I fell in love 

Fondly I called you 

my home, my safe place 

The steady rhythm of your heart 

comforted me like nothing I’d ever known. 

Nothing else mattered 

when your strong arms held me close.


But just as time comes for everything 

so did it come for us.

And for reasons I will never understand 

now you have become

a stranger again.