Home away from Home

“I am drawing this dragon for you, to hang it in your bedroom” – he said to me nonchalantly without looking up, focused on his task at hand. Taken by surprise, I stared at the blank sheet of paper. His drawing was happening easily and swiftly, with no hesitation his magic dragon emerged from the

Sunset

Hell yeah To those times When I roam free Floating magically Where the water meets the fire Reflecting its shimmering light Sparkling with gold on my copper skin, Washing off the distant screams Of soulless creatures who once called me home. Dissolving their dark shadows who once fed in my temple, Closing the doors in

Joshua Tree (my favorite place in the whole world)

I look at you How tall and green Alone you stand. And I wonder truly How is it to be you? To watch so many Days and nights go by Like a silent witness. Witness to the land Of an indescribable beauty. Where everything Has its own place. Seemingly peaceful Seemingly the same Yet if