Words from the Past



It’s my choice
I can change my mind
It’s my prerogative
Which way am I inclined?

Oh, an afterthought
And the questions assail my mind
What is my purpose
Hmm! How am I inclined?

I am a product of my everyday
What I read, what I say
The people I associate with,
What I listen to, eat and drink

But deep in my soul
I know my spiritual path
Inner growth, maturation
A deep contrast
Yet it’s time to embody my Soul
And let all else that no longer serves me… Go


A quick flash
A brilliant spark
Like a diamond in the dark of night
A sentient being or could it be a wight, I seen?

A crack of light
To fast for my naked eye
Like a burning ember in flight
Ahh, the soft warm glow of the firefly

Hundreds of lightning fae
I stand bewitched by their erratic path
Dancing like pixie dust falls
In a frisson of dazzling flight

And then they were gone…



A scent that lingers in the air
Divine impression
Awakening a curious vibe

La trace du parfum de quelqu’un

The sillage permeates
Through the open window
Like a fresh Spring morning

Le printemps est le temps de l’amour

And tickles his nose
Enticing him to come closer
Excitement, hope… Nostalgia

Un amour perdu dans le passé



Melissa Coleman View All →

I’ve always been passionate about storytelling and impressed by the influence it has on people and the decisions they make in life. I love engaging with the projects I work on, diving headfirst into the research, investigation, and production of stories and articles I feel are worth writing about.

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