Indigo-Black

I will always love you; my wayward wanderer. Sweet gypsy creature With wide round eyes, Like emerald moons, they glow. Your wild features lay hidden in a mess of Midnight velvet flecked with vibrant saffron. You were brilliant. I will always love you, my wayward wanderer. Princess of the wilderness, you drew me in. You were unlike any other; my elusive, rambling one. Unpredictable and proud, you won my heart. You caught me in your madness… Made me grow used to your presence in my world: Made me fall for your eccentricity and mischievous ways, Your sweet innocence and swelling trust. Unabashedly, you worked your way into my life and

First light: Sun's gift to insomniacs and to those who wish to bask in its fleeting magnificence... One can cherish nature's melody, as polyphonous birdcalls greet the day and drink in the burnt oranges and dusty pinks that paint the sky's ever-changing canvas. Rarely seen, yet endlessly beautiful, Dawn will enlighten the adventurer and comfort the weary, Shedding new light, Warming the spirit and Illuminating the soul.

I used to believe that without Love, I was Nothing I was blinded by my solitude. I thought I would find myself when I found Love, But I only found Love once I found myself. Who am I? I am a strange creature: An intricate conundrum - An amalgamation of imperfections and good intentions. I am an endless array of adjectives woven into the shape of a woman and, at last, I know... With Love, I am Ruby. Without Love, I am Ruby. But I am --- never --- Nothing.

The Earth is a strange and mysterious place: Boundless, seamless and filled with wonder. I have been lost within Hungary's great army of sunflowers, their vibrant heads saluting the sky in a vast expanse that stretched beyond the horizon. I have climbed Japan's infamous mountain, fighting fog and altitude to breathe in the cool, crisp air and dance amongst the clouds. I have floated on the clear lakes of Switzerland and marveled at lush and looming alps. I have ventured through the untamed forests of Papua New Guinea and swum alone in a coral reef overlooking ominous, active volcanoes. I have lived through sunrise and sunset, flood and d

When the time came, she cried not a single tear while I released an ocean. She deflected any ‘ifs’ and ‘maybes’ that rolled off my tongue   and gazed solemnly with her great, dark eyes. Empty, silent. Once my rock, she was now a stone cold statue – vacant and unbreakable. This was the point of no return – a line had been carved into the Earth   and she was no longer on my side. As my world was ripped in pieces, hers seemed unaltered. I was a fragile girl and she a lone wolf;   whole in her own company.

Two angels cross paths and, with it, The moment freezes, Reality unravels and Serenity is born.

Alone, I roam, A weary wanderer biding my time. Through sliding doors I crawl Until I fall Through the abyss of uncertainty and Into the sublime. Beyond the realm of reason is where I find her. In a dark scarlet dress. Awaiting a storm. Who she is is a mystery in itself. To some, she would be everything - a friend, enemy, teacher, lover. To others, she is nothing - a representation of finality; of oblivion. Her slender limbs sway a little in the cool subtle breeze. Her vibrant dress fades in colour. She is fragile. Stained by long forgotten memories dug up to haunt those lost souls who stumble upon her. She holds in her hand a lily - so p

I am torn from my slumber and into a world so real, so like my own, that I momentarily lose myself in its grasp. In the bed of my mind’s eye, I am displaced and disoriented; alert and, yet, asleep. Transported into the familiar scene, I drink in the shadows of the night, gazing into the surrounding darkness. Waiting. From within myself, I see him looming above… Ever-present, silent and sinister. I release the scream I did not know I had, and lash out with fighting adrenaline drawn deep from within. My hand reaches into emptiness and, all at once, I fall back into myself. In a gasp, I wake up once more, to a reality

I think of you, tenderly, as I sip raspberry tea from a rose-coloured mug. My tangerine feline is curled up and oblivious to the new day. He is dreaming of a full stomach and a warm bed - I dream only of you. I think of you, longingly, as I disrobe in the morning and embrace the fleeting freedom of naked flesh. It is too hot for clothes and I must fight the impractical urge to spend the entire Summer naked in your arms. I think of you, insatiably, as I slip into the shower; the first drops fall and submerge me in their fiery grasp. How I wish that water, caressing my imperfect skin, were your small fingers, your smooth lips. I think of you

Slumber carries you away from me - I hope that you will find some form of comfort in your distant, dreamlike state. I cannot reach inside you and pull out the demons - you alone must banish the Darkness. I cannot keep you safe, nor set you free. But I can watch you, quietly, as you drift away. Stay safe inside your exquisite shell. Know that my thoughts are endlessly with you. You have my little, loving heart - let it beat to the tune of your sorrow and help ease the pain. Everything is transient... and soon you will return to greet the new day.