I have a question because I want to be a better writer/poet.
Escape the Stillness
I just might uproot to escape the stillness...
Intertwined
In the dark bliss, under the pale moon. Vines that all twist in love's tender bloom
A Waiting in the Seaside Mist
The river is faithful...
Upon the Cliffside
For every day her attention was not elsewhere led, the universe would make its loving advance
Willow-Like
We flow, blurring the fading wike between writer and write
The Dark Shelf
Darkness seems to lie in wait - in every shadow that we make
Silent, Loving Tease
How badly I want you to look at me with the same silent, loving tease
L’air du Paradis
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
December Rose 