Sonnet 130 William Shakespeare

I was introduced to this recently and what a joy. Whether he is calling a spade a shovel, hes being ironic or he’s using the unvarnished truth, it made me goggle a little and laugh out loud. Although if I was his love I would probably have smacked him!  My mistress’ eyes are nothing like… Continue reading Sonnet 130 William Shakespeare

Transform

​Floating, floating, light as a feather Drifting, drifting,aligned to the weather  Iridescence glows on the distant horizon Turquoise, Lavender, Indigo, gold   Colours luminescent but just so bold Moving towards them to dive and swim Feeling the hearbeats sychronation begin Hold onto the beat feel the fire Floating, floating, in a world of desires Drifting,… Continue reading Transform