There are places in the world
Soaked in constant light
For days, weeks, or months without end:
The Land of the Midnight Sun
A time when sunset is sunrise.
Easily, my beloved, I can relate this back to you
Because when you’re by my side
I’ve never seen the night.
You do not understand
The depth of my feelings
Or even how deep
I’d run within you
Only an ocean could
Know this vastness
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Artist, Poet, Writer
A lover of words
A Mystical World
love each other like you are the lyric to their music
The flowers of the fiction plant rooted in my brain, the voice of the inexpressible feelings hidden in my heart and the eruption of the theories burning in my mind– I made a ball out of the three, threw it high into the sky and it landed right at my blog.
