And I can't seem to decide//Which appeals to me more//A place for stillness to reside//Or the vim of discordant roar...
The Vim of Discordant Roar
With Altitude
I stand over my shadow//Waving a somber good-bye...
Chasing Echoes
I'm left chasing echoes in small, empty rooms...
Waking Dream
Should a moment come to call, write it off as a waking dream...
Where My Heart Resounds
today, the day disturbs me, and won't bother to speak in hushed tones despite my stillness...
Artful Presence
Smell a flower from the field, see the bee depart. Learn from them all that you can - sing in tune with the art
Without
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
My Neglectful Muse
But here I've stood all alone without my neglectful muse.
Silent, Loving Tease
How badly I want you to look at me with the same silent, loving tease
December Rose 