But as with angels, faeries, and all my heart finds fair//A soul desire, a soul laid bare...
A Soul Laid Bare
Ancient of Days
The ancient of days was ne'er made for me, yet ever I crave its wondrous peace...
Trying to Believe
I would like to become the grandest things that you perceive...
Awe of Autumn
Longing to see my swirling breath...
Peaces in Tow
Ever anon it goes the ineffectual prose of things you'll never know just living a life in tow
Ever On the Wing, pt. IV: Servants and Benevolent Kings
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
5-Second Love Note
You could ruin my life And that would be just fine Because I would rather die with you by my side Than ask "what if?" in the afterlife
On the Sill
My heart gets away from me sometimes No, I'm not talking about love Nor apathy, nor hatred Simply this: Have you ever had a dream One bigger than you thought you'd ever think One that makes your heart race so fast, you figure it surely must be It Ah, that wonderful It that is so... Continue Reading →
December Rose 