Stephen Atkinson on
3 hours ago
What mistake can you make that I haven't already?
Your horizon's my pleasure to roll back.
Wonder at my knowledge.
And I show you.
You step solid here.
Lean on this.
I see you.
Know you ask th...
Thursday 11th May 2017 8:50 pm
A winter bite that
mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.
A life supported?
Cease one's internal decay,
Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:14 pm
Raindrops trickle on the forest's brow
Forming transparent puddles,
That reflect your querying face
And catches the dream of a moment.
Storm cells brew on the radar,
Fearful in their presence as they pass
Life on the brink of forever's portals
Until thunder morphs into cuddles .
In the streams your form takes shape,
Eyes that gaze with hope and love
Flowing into ...
Friday 4th February 2011 9:53 am