Modern Poems · Modern Spirit

BlancheFleur – a woman’s soul

Softly, in the mist of moonlight, a woman is singing to me, black feet-long hair with a smile so genteel; taking me back down the vista of years, still I see a child sitting behind the grand oak tree, accompanied by the drowsy eyes of blooming leaves, and harbored within a thousand impossible dreams, when… Continue reading BlancheFleur – a woman’s soul

Modern Poems · Modern Spirit

When The Love Falls

These days couldn’t be more gentle, Live quiet and consoled, In gaudy melody, in delightful destitution.  Blessed are those days and nights.   The elegance of that sweet voice is without sin.    Time’s fragility often heals a scar not a heart, between my loving jaded pulses, a twilight is coming, a simmering ray, gently approaching, ringing… Continue reading When The Love Falls