Missing You

His soft touch falls on my lips.
The warmth caresses my body.
I am free from it all.

The dream of perfection has come true.
I am alive for the first time,
both inside and out.

In his presence, a bubble of safety unites us,
and it is his hand in mine,
His loyal eyes drifting through my soul,
It is his love that I endure for.


dedicated to Matthew

The Beginning

Well, actually its not the beginning of my interest in writing at all. I have been writing all my life and have always dreamed of being a published writer. I am still unpublished, but there are several pieces that I am working on. In the past, I have found blogging with other writers one of the greatest positive influences on my writing.

I look forward to writing with you.

Yours in Writing,
Kate