Mist slumbers low around the ankles of the earth...
Be
Waking Dream
Should a moment come to call, write it off as a waking dream...
The Mist
Be the thing that others must brave...
Facade of Power
This facade of the power that you wanted to choose faintly echoes the past memories...
If I Could Build My Love a Home
The finest things make homes...
Swells of Cessation
Sit in stillness, and smile...
Rainy Day Jazz
Good jazz on a rainy day sits deep in my chest like sipping whiskey
Blushing
The morning sky blushes at the sight of us
December Rose 