You wander fresh roads... And behind you, the woods grow again and again
The Wood of Your Many Thoughts
Meet You Halfway
May your peace come meet you halfway...
Coughing, Coughing
We etched our names into the Tree of Life//Giggling childishly, nervous to be caught...
Incomplete Thought
The countenance of a wearied mindFlickers in the candlelightFlitting round from thought to thoughtThose in the shadows, those iron-wroughtWondering if thine heart is blindOr simply has incomplete sightIf one only sees what one has boughtIf one can recall only what one sought
You Might As Well Dream
And if, at first//It's not all as it seems//Life isn't, either//So you might as well dream
As We Adapt
The age of discovery, now ancient history//Derivative as we adapt
The Magic of Real Life
A coffee and pen//Daydreaming again//Trying to imitate the magic of real life//As I write
Made to be Trees
Remember some seeds weren't made to be trees...
I Lend a Thought
I lend a thought unto thee // My true Love, my Home to Be
