Sit in stillness, and smile...
Swells of Cessation
Before the Storm Has Ceased
I promise to return before the storm has ceased.
The Moment of Dawn
The sunrise is an ever-evolving thing. Who is to say where and when she truly begins and ends?
Music Box Me
Fin'lly stopped, I silently rest//Gears red hot from the grind//All pulled apart, cleaned, oiled, and dressed//Refurbished by design
December Rose 