They remind me of bedtime in my childhood and camping by the lake and my wedding night. These shadows are the personification of confluence....
Ruminations of a Working Man: Confluence
Symptoms of Felicity
Subtle sips of coffee//With flirty, covert smirks...
Breath, To Move
I sighed a breath//And the candlelight flickered...
This is My Path
This is my wont, this is my path...
The Edge of Golden
Here be new eyes, my dear
How Would You Know
How would you ever know unless you first trod the path, back and forth.
December Rose 