Absence

My ache sings Rose petals Fluffy lickless love music A honey-tongued Dream Shot through with shadows * The Oracle was calling to me this morning. This is written in memory of my sweet Rosebud who died yesterday. I’m having a hard time reconciling that she’s gone – I guess it’s still too fresh.

Caturday

  “In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.” ― Michael Jackson