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 world is my sister, as broken and human as I. Forgive her shortcomings. Love her for...

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...

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....

A ship that spends its existence anchored in place will never fulfill its destiny, never to set sail on the wild tides... Will you

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...

The Rain Dancer and the Fire Sprite, the most perfect duet: our feet kiss the Earth, the wind sings in our ears, rain drops dance on the

If words are your only vessel, then I am beached. For I live in a wealth of intuition, of which the world has become impoverished

When I am with you all rules of the world melt away, for we rule in heart and spirit. Our selfless love is rebellion. We were not made for this...

I could stand for hours whispering to you in the dark in the shadows of the night. Whispering or saying nothing at all, and thereby saying everything. Oh how I could bathe in those brown eyes and deep dive...

Their hands do not write with ink, but speak a language of their own: the word of the hand, where words become silence, become touch...

I watched you break yourself a thousand times into a thousand pieces in the name of Holy Love which was nothing more than a poisoned chalice like drunken happiness slowly killing you from...

In dreams I fly free. My butterfly dance wakens, I...