Never miss the chance to wink at the bird sitting in the weeds...
Smell a flower from the field, see the bee depart. Learn from them all that you can - sing in tune with the art
And on that day, His promise held true//my God taught me hope and Love through you
God paints the sunrise with the softest blues//And loverly, effervescent yellows//If I were a bird, it'd be my featherbed//And if I were a melody, it'd be my complement
How mercifully poignant//That I should see my reflection in a puddle on the sidewalk//Shoulders bare with the clear sky above me,//Whistling the wind's latest bequest.
Amid the expanse of the starry sky last night, I felt lost, but only for a moment. I was surrounded my mountains and dear friends, but my place in the world has never been so blurred. Growing up is hard, and now I realize it's not that no one told us that makes it difficult... Continue Reading →
The sweet dawn and her gentle breeze Are reserved for the lovely nightingale Tirelessly caressing the world in a melody That speaks of starshine and moonlight, gleaming As seamen once more hoist the sail Remind me again what it means To captivate hearts, and what is entail'd To love and be loved, to live... Continue Reading →