When was the last time that you picked a leaf, studied its edges, traced its veins...
Edge of Feign
Our Celestial Quilt
Each day we're woven into the celestial quilt...
Bold Adventure
Someday the landscape around me will too match the landscape growing deep inside
Redamancy
Though now you're here, you'll soon depart...
Still Looking West
When all my metaphor has been undressed, you'll still find me looking west
A Waiting in the Seaside Mist
The river is faithful...
I Will Do This Someday
What a hopeless phrase. What a terribly, terribly hopeless phrase.
Flavorful Words
My Love has brought me flavorful words//And so I give back to you, childish and unsure
Without
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
December Rose 