I lend a thought unto thee // My true Love, my Home to Be
The Air Around Your Lungs
And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
L’air du Paradis
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
Back in the Storm
Silhouetted mountaintops//Caging the unheard screams//Clouds forming textured backdrops//Punctuating noir scenes