Darkness seems to lie in wait - in every shadow that we make
Here’s A Poem
Sometimes we have to choose to not take ourselves too seriously - Ooo... So here's a poem. Bye. Oooo. (Bayou???)
Give Me A Song
I hear this grand song from the lips of my Love: Forever you’re mine, you are enough
I Will Do This Someday
What a hopeless phrase. What a terribly, terribly hopeless phrase.
The Smiling Elf-Child
Through stained glass windows are partridges//Singing in the boughs//Reciting favorite passages//That pleasantly could rouse//The dear elven-child//From his lovely dream//And with a lovely, toothless smile//His candor would brightly beam
Flavorful Words
My Love has brought me flavorful words//And so I give back to you, childish and unsure
Forever, With You
Dear love of mine, what I wouldn't do to find your fingers intertwined in the holes of my life
Lovely Veils
And are not hard lines the very things that define form, else I be undisciplined splashes of ambiguity and not my current self
The Air Around Your Lungs
And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
December Rose 