Whatever honey drips from my lips would taste infinitely sweeter if pressed into a kiss So kiss me with abandon and hear the song my heartstrings play that I might hold you tight and let the beat take our breath away Until I can finally wake to your beautiful facepull you tight into my embrace  Look at you through eyes unwaveringly adoring kiss you deeply and bid you good morning Spend the day at your side immersed in lau...

  You've touched my heart to my very soul.You came into my life and made me whole.  I wish I could lie down beside you when each day is done, and wake up to your face in the soft light of the rising sun. I've held you tight in my armsand kissed your lips in a dream,I'll love you from morning till night and every fraction of a second inbetween. It's not because you're crazy beautiful or smart or funny or kind.It's not beca...

This is a true story. It has been told many times and always gets a laugh. I even told it at her funeral as she always said that she didn't want people sitting around crying. Now it was a typical Saturday morning at our house and It had to be sometime before Memorial Day because my parents were still at home, normally they are at our cottage. My mom who is a habitual early riser headed to the kitchen to make coffee and le...

The sky, black as ink, silver dots, Impenetrable darkness it seems. But fading now to a deep velvet blue, and the stars fade away like my dreams. A thin pale line, growing brighter, The horizon with thin orange hue, The blue of the sky ever lighter, and the world starts to come into view. A brand new day is awakening, The shadows are long on the ground, The still leafless trees thick with rime and the frost covered fields...

The quiet of a morningso still and silent like cat paws, treading across the floors of my mind. It’s a beautiful day as the sun crest above the horizon. Coffee brewing it smells like heaven. Chirps fill the fresh, cool air as birds awaken to the new day. Dew covers the ground like a favorite blanket on a cold winter night comforting you with its weight. Higher and higher the sun continues rising. Brightening the world aro...

On Tuesday, I started a new routine. I identified a self-destructive pattern, which I am so wont to, so I decided it needed to be taken in hand. I was getting up really late. On Monday, I got up at 4PM. Yes, it was for a good reason, which will only be known to the people to whom it is known. My previous routine may sound like a good thing - go to bed when it feels natural, wake up when it feels natural, but in truth, it...

 Morning,What an absolutely absurd concept.The very thought of it makes me shudder.It makes me confuserated,Cranky and spitting mad...Mad at what?People, just being.Noise, perpetuating.Friction, being all frictious,As is its wont.Give me a nice afternoon any day,Warm and cosy in my bed,For half the day, that’s the life for me,Arising only when rested.Afternoon is my natural morning.It allows me to avoid confrontation,Madn...

Sitting out on my porch I watch the world wake up. First the birds, calling out to their neighbours and family with happy, cheerful greetings. Then it's the moist drops of dew, glistening in the growing rays of sun that begin to peek over the tall snow-capped ridges surrounding me. After that comes the noise of humanity; cars, children, talking, crying, laughing, singing, happiness, sadness, hope. I just sit here, sipping...