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
Dance For Today
Just dance...
The Edge of Golden
Here be new eyes, my dear
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 →
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 