What are the whispers that we hear but can't begin//To decipher or descry despite how we begin//To see inside our mind things that can't come from within...
Can’t Come From Within
I Know It Will Be Beautiful
Seeking an audience with beauty//And fighting the urge to scream...
Wilder Still
Wild is the path that lay before//But the heart is wilder still...
Things Tend to Hide
The end of the road is not visible from here...
An Evening Pondering
I wrote this while watching the sunset last night...
Odd Adventures, Pt. II: Ashes, Ashes
Finally after a few minutes, with the pile of ashes at his feet growing to a sizeable hill, his fingers struck the hard, solid wood. He widened the hole so they could see more easily, and he removed one more large chunk. They both gawked at the sight.
But this I know, and this I need: as my Lover clasps my hand, I shall continue on, and breathe
On the Shoulders of Our Words
We place a burden on the shoulders of our words We tell them they can create and invent An unforeseen history, an impossible age to come Or they can destroy all on which out labors are spent They can mend the cosmos and make the heavens come undone So gingerly, I set the winds upon the seas I have rent As... Continue Reading →
A Bereft Aristocracy – The Naught
"No, I'm sorry sir. That simply won't do!" Rutherford always made a fuss when getting fitted for a suit, "The cummerbund is too tight and doesn't match my ascot! It isn't passable in the slightest! The banquet is tomorrow, and I can assure you that Lady Astonia shan't pardon me, therefore I shan't pardon you!... Continue Reading →
December Rose 