Monthly Archives: April 2014


I was blinded by your brilliance—

caught, captivated.

Your storm drenched me in a wave

of refreshing words.

Wonderful.  Fantastic.  Lovely.

To you, I was beautiful—

something more than my own

dark clouds and withered grass.

I was not the brittle bits of chaff,

not the dust of the earth.

But even dust, when disturbed,

can rise and drift into the light.

It was your light that dazed me,

dazzled me,

transformed me into so much more

than I ever thought

I could be.  




Dazzled and Dazed,

The Scribbler