Thursday, July 23, 2015



When past and future dissolve there is only You



Wednesday, July 1, 2015


I am
but make
no mistake

emptiness is not
void. It has
flavor, it has
Its colors are dusk,
half-light, depth.

You are the tender
spread of dawn
when it first appears
and the last lingering
long after sunset.
You are the
emerald sheen of
sun in water
and the light that fails
to find its reflection
on a day of drizzle.

You take my
emptiness and spin it
into a blanket so light
it sits like stardust
on your shoulders,
my emptiness offering shade
to your dazzling Fullness.

–Antoinette Voûte Roeder
Color Me Empty
a love song


thank you