What a romantic thought it is//To have a romantic thought...
A Romantic Thought
The Wood of Your Many Thoughts
You wander fresh roads... And behind you, the woods grow again and again
The Often in Between
[We] often forget to be in the often in between...
An Adventure Contemplated
And so, my pulse slowed, fever abated, fingers went numb. Yet there is still a touch of blush in my pale cheeks and blue lips. There is still a glint of the blinding sunrise scintillating in my eye.
Unable to Move for All the Best Reasons
Some time around noon, you'll give me a call//Rolling around, laughing, and together//We'll fall
December Rose 