Refractions of reality that hearts may be on display, and we all, to put it simply, might know what's in a name...
Refractions of Reality
Give Me A Song
I hear this grand song from the lips of my Love: Forever you’re mine, you are enough
Refresh
So it is that on the backs of clouds and evaporating dewdrops that our every concern may be taken from us and pass into the corners of the world in which we have no obligation to meander nor dwell. For what greater joy is there than skies of deepest, most innocent blue, and a morning... Continue Reading →
Accompaniment
Waking up alone... Much like the sound of early-rising finches without the distant buffet of street noise The smell of morning dew without the sweetness of a freshly-cut lawn The rise and fall of a chest without saying anything at all And yet... The melancholic pang of heartstrings plucked without Accompaniment.
December Rose 