Tell me, please

To whom, may I whisper

To what, may I entrust

To whence, may I surrender

This tale I’ve carried

Across chasms of silence

Of two lovers

Bound in an impossible love

Too strange, by any stretch of imagination

To be false

Tell me, please

Would the wind be willing


  • Roslina

    Curating beauty in the cadence of the human voice

    Who am I? I wish I knew too. Perhaps here in the virtual space of our interconnectedness will I return unto myself, in ways beyond imagination. Until such time, I am ... a seeker of beauty, curious about presence; a convener of circles, of poetic sensibilities; an alchemist of soul surrendering to the mystery of the human voice; a guardian of hope, camping out at the frontiers of consciousness.