Pursuing now the wanderer's feat//That, from a distance, appears to be//Of grace and ease...
The Wanderer’s Feat/Of Grace and Ease
I Know It Will Be Beautiful
Seeking an audience with beauty//And fighting the urge to scream...
On Wandering
...the old, wizened man//Is steadfast in the knees...
Gilded Stringer
To all who wander, life is their stringer//Each one to their own way
The Wood of Your Many Thoughts
You wander fresh roads... And behind you, the woods grow again and again
Misplaced Dreams
The small raindrops on fallen leaves know what it is to have misplaced dreams...
Humming Along
Here I am, aimlessly humming along...
Future Memories
It feels like just yesterday, this day that's yet to be...
[We] May Never Meet
Murmur and vim, fervor and whim...
December Rose 