Valparaiso


For you,
I’d learn to write love songs in Spanish,
Sonnets in Italian,
Haikus in Portugese.

The kindest disposition,
Warm hands, tender lips.

For you,
I write love notes in the morning,
Dance all evening,
And sing until my voice has gone.

The night is young, this moment’s fleeting,
We roam the city while its sleeping.

For you,
I’ll brave the cold, the rain,
Climb cliffs to sit hand in hand,
Hearts open, love flowing.

Lost in the Desert

(Tom Pearce, Photographed by: Yours Truly)

Curiosity gets the better of us, a barbed fence away and we’re hand in hand running out in the open, 

Plains melting into the rockformations, feet melting into the plains.

Bees nests, prickly grass, snake holes, and not much else for miles,

Untouched by greed and unnecessary cruelty,

True civilization.

Mojave

Snowcapped mountains in the distance,

An expanse of sand and ever-blue sky,

Wind rustles in through the open windows,

Reverberates like a high fidelity whisper.

When all else is dim and hope seems far gone,

Let’s hold this moment dear,

Alone together, riding in the open air.