Pluck a thin string into a melancholic tune, watch it grow in sonic synesthesia
Thin
Hearing the Stars, Pt. III: My Name
It is my name they call. My only task henceforth is to learn my own name.
Under the Stars and the Clouds
You are part of a whole, crafted under the stars and the clouds.
Hearing the Stars, Pt. II: But the Silence
They were and I was, and altogether united and altogether separated, we were.
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Ross, pt. II
The sway and croon of the evening's orchestration became a deafening cascade of the purest emotion, as can be expected from any young boy who has not yet learned to know any better or any worse. Innocence crystalline as a sunset on the sea's horizon glistened and glanced off of the greenhouse's glass walls, and... Continue Reading →
My Aaru
The intrawoven spangled sky Dreams and souls intertwined Are the roots to my ravenous mind Unraveling whimsy as a bloom of springtime The violet and blue fen With the temerity to grow Beyond the reach of acumen The starfield in which I sow Viable
Starlets and Shrouds
'Tis a faint halo that hems in the moon A reminder that it is enslaved here, too By its own beauty, its Clair de Lune Much like the hearts it shines to woo Are we not all but silhouette As such, 'tis only shadows we beget The shrouds that encompass each starlet Illuminate dreams and... Continue Reading →
December Rose 