Oh, to live a life such as this//Where our actions are mellifluous...
A Mellifluous Kiss
For what does one hear while warm as a king but the melody of the coming spring...
The Long Walk
The trees are muttering lovely sweet nothings...
Ever On the Wing, pt. VI: Far Less Trite
The songs they sing ever on the wing are far less trite...
Sonder for the Birds
Here you are to sing to me, and here I am, admiring thee...
Sing to Me
Now I stand here, facing the -mare and the dream. I sing to my beloved, and she sings to me.
Give Me A Song
I hear this grand song from the lips of my Love: Forever you’re mine, you are enough
We do our best to live our very best life, but mayhaps our best life is the afterlife, and mayhaps that was the mystery grasped by the world long ago.
All the world painted in hues of noir scenes and aubergines flashing reds and effervescent greens