I long to be the eye of the storm//The anti-forlorn//The cuppa something warm...
I Long to Be
The Breeze that Approaches
The breeze that approaches//Is the same as the gale that departs...
Strength’s Owner
No man owns his own strength.
Of Caught-Soughts and Could-Stoods
Tread the world with light-footed dreams
Be all that is aught, and a touch of what is naught
Do not allow the tempest zephyr streams
To knock your block into being caught-sought...
The Leaden Albatross
My dear, your eyes are heavy and your heart seems too much to bear. Yet you inhale burden only to exhale hope, and whatever the matter may be, you do not speak of it. You maintain the toxins with poise to spare the blithe. Whatever may be pressing on your mind, you gracefully cage it... Continue Reading →
December Rose 