Where the Wind Listens

The Shape of Devotion

  • Mysterious, Midnight

    Mysterious, Midnight

    Mysterious Midnight There’s a midnight in my window Silent, aloof, misunderstood – Even by himself. He needs no one, Except for that pesky Need for companionship – But only in his terms. I come to sit in the window Of this room And of my heart, Warming my presence Like the full moon On a…

  • When I am With You

    When I am With You

    This poem is a love letter to the ones with soft paws and sleepy eyes, who hold my heart and ask nothing but truth in return.

  • Doorway

    Doorway

    Doorway She lies in the doorway as I get ready, not blocking, not beckoning, just being. A soft, golden hush between one world and the next, fur like warm light, breath like lullabies. She doesn’t ask for attention. She is simply the presence of love. The quiet grace of being near, not to be noticed,…