All the air devoid of voice, the land beyond the fray
Land Beyond the Fray
Made to be Trees
Remember some seeds weren't made to be trees...
The Often in Between
[We] often forget to be in the often in between...
A Not-Poem for Monday (Breathe)
Inhale your fill and remember for one moment, maybe two moments more, how to just be...
Begin Again
Begin to begin again...
But this I know, and this I need: as my Lover clasps my hand, I shall continue on, and breathe
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
A Hopeful Breath
This is a street I could fall in love on, where everyone's eyes reflect the stringed lights. Cobbles hold the weight of it all - the hearts and the hopes of what could and might.
Someone Dies Every Day
...and that someone is your age. Someday, that someone will be you.
December Rose 