By the time I was free to be myself, you were long gone. Distance is a wall and silence builds it brick by brick. And now, where are we standing? Between gaps in time, the words always come too late. Oh, how I wanted to show you all that I am, all I have to...

My love, I beg of you: Forget your eloquent evasions, show me your heart stripped bare. There's no use in wondering why your walls have kept me away. This is fierce love, not serrurie: set your castles on fire! Let all sense give way to senses. Hold me like tomorrow will never come, hold me in that heart of yours. You carry an inkling on your sleeve...

You were once my world: enveloped in you, I could not see you. Now, I watch...

You never looked as beautiful as that one night in June, all dressed up in green. The setting sun...

The traveler has no home. They belong to everyone and no one. But I, the tree, grow roots to shade...

Bittersweet is the imminent premature end, a journey cut short of its promised destination... We climbed the highest mountains and drowned in flooded valleys, waiting for the final pinnacle. Waiting for the immaculate horizons to tell us: we made it. After...

My pens and papers have transported you here, near, ever dear; my ever faithful listening ear; as I whispered, serenaded, screamed and cried into the abyss...

Maybe I’d bring you a bunch of sweet orange flowers. Is it ironic that I planted marigolds used to honor the dead? Is it ironic that love has never felt more alive? I’m never one to remember faces, but I can still see you staring at me. Except now it’s like black and white film without color. And I'm...

Will you be my jacaranda in October? Maybe it’s fall because the leaves are falling. Maybe it’s fall because I am falling. Maybe it’s spring because we say it is. A time to be alive, to...

I never tried to capture the sound of you, no music ever could. Even my greatest words fall short and memories, however cherished, feel painfully cheap. They all...

Oktobermaand is Pretoria showered in carpets of violet. Take me to the Southern hemisphere so that you and I can bathe once more in Spring where everything turns....

You, as embodied by thought and memory, lurk in the shadows to emerge in those rare moments. Humble in your beauty you are everpresent, since become a...

Even more prominent yet is the space in my hurt. The raw, the waiting. For my penpal who doesn’t exist. For my reader who doesn’t...

If we were given free will, then love is the most deviant defiance of the gods. For in the wake of its magnitudes, the significance of any questioning erodes, and the only path that remains is the acceptance of...

Are you my princess or my dark knight? Are you watching me from your towers afar as I worship your memory ever vivid?What I would give to see you smile not one...

You gave me the gift of hope. My life without you is a garden in summer, not in spring. You are the rainbow on a misty day, the delicate breeze caressing my face, the gentle...

I, who give too much to this world of endless need, when my shoulders grow weary from the weight of change you give me wings to fly and light up my eyes. You are my hope...

Weaving through time, I see all the eras of me longing to know someone like you. I see us running together from year to year not heading anywhere in particular but hand in hand until my bones are too old to run and I would...

The silver hairs and lines in their skin make them even more beautiful, knowing we have shared all these years together

Hello my stranger. My not-stranger. It’s easy to see your pain and scars as you bask in moonlight and hide in the dark. I don’t see purple: you are the color of dark chocolate and ebony, or the dazzling night sky...