Author Archives: W. Wayne B.
I hide my sterile walls with the plants around me. These square rooms are cold and gray. The crawling leaves hide the architect’s perfect angles. I care for them gingerly—they need my love. I have no pets anymore. The responsibility … Continue reading
I travel from a shore of joy to an ocean of ecstasy. Countless grains of sand meet endless drops of water. I walk along the beach. When I jump into the surf, the foam grows thick. May I come with … Continue reading
Why must I walk through the field alone? Every step I took has been a mistake. The further I went, the more lost I became. I had no goal or honest plan. My confusion seemed to be the only truth. … Continue reading
Working near the bank of a shallow pond, I fell asleep into a cold, dark dream. Later, I slept in a foggy garden. I awoke with a sudden fear and slipped into the muddy lawn. My feet were getting wet. … Continue reading
The sleeping tree is tall and proud. By the lake, a swallow darts across the water. As the leaves rustle, the rabbits return. Someday I will love all of my life. The patterns of hope spread around me. I admire … Continue reading
Before the sun began to shine, I felt the warmth of your love. Before the moon spun round, I enjoyed your glowing smile. Before the oceans were filled, You dried my silent tears. Before the mountains rose up tall, I … Continue reading