They pray over petals, "she loves me, she loves me not..."
Pray Over Petals
A Motion
...am I an adorning//A motion meant to keep apace
This Wild Grace
The road that once was ill-defined will never now be without trace...
Dance For Today
Just dance...
The Edge of Golden
Here be new eyes, my dear
The Wind’s Latest Bequest
How mercifully poignant//That I should see my reflection in a puddle on the sidewalk//Shoulders bare with the clear sky above me,//Whistling the wind's latest bequest.
Once More
The sweet dawn and her gentle breeze Are reserved for the lovely nightingale Tirelessly caressing the world in a melody That speaks of starshine and moonlight, gleaming As seamen once more hoist the sail Remind me again what it means To captivate hearts, and what is entail'd To love and be loved, to live... Continue Reading →
December Rose 