Be like the mighty tree, steadfast with deep roots entrenched in Mother Earth Seasons come, bringing their own unique tribulations and bitter strife, much like the lost people in your own life.
Waxwing on Yaupon
The eery xylograph spoke to her as it jumped from the weathered page depicting where the sky met earth for the world was believed flat in this age.
I dreamed about a window that gave me the gift of sight each window pane a glimpse into a meaningful past life.
His voice is worthless, echoes from afar I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry But sorry, with all it’s breadth and scars is not the meaningful word she longs to hear she wants LOVE reverberating in her ears for LOVE is the panacea to heal…
Under the willow we lay on a hot summer’s day a blanket spread on dark damp loam.
He, the powerful and brilliant sun- RA She, Venus, smaller than earth, orbiting his enticing light for no moon beckons to her in dark obsidian nights