To all who wander, life is their stringer//Each one to their own way
Gilded Stringer
Down That Golden Road
Walk down that golden road to wherever it goes...
I Got Away Today (Gilded Hills) – Revisited
I meandered and digressed as I made my way North//Discovered some gilded hills, and a smile//And it was all made just for me
Ross, pt. II
The sway and croon of the evening's orchestration became a deafening cascade of the purest emotion, as can be expected from any young boy who has not yet learned to know any better or any worse. Innocence crystalline as a sunset on the sea's horizon glistened and glanced off of the greenhouse's glass walls, and... Continue Reading →
Heart of Gold
A heart made of gold is a heavy thing to bear But of naught else would I have mine crafted Wood decays and burns, at all else would tear Stones unrefined are but elder hearts drafted Diamonds won't break, neither can they be reshaped Stars glow conflagrant and never could be tamed Of the precious metals, many... Continue Reading →
December Rose 