A coffee and pen//Daydreaming again//Trying to imitate the magic of real life//As I write
The Magic of Real Life
Such Fragile Panes
Why should we be barred from the whimsy we believe by things far more fragile than the dreams that we weave...
For Those Who Believe
The rain pours for those who believe...
Down That Golden Road
Walk down that golden road to wherever it goes...
The Things I Believe
Would you believe these are not impossible to me; these are things I breathe. The things I see...
Eating Treacle
I have many questions for the seagull as I sit on toadstools, eating treacle...
Sailors and Monsters
We grow up awake, slowly falling asleep...
Escape the Stillness
I just might uproot to escape the stillness...
Give Me A Song
I hear this grand song from the lips of my Love: Forever you’re mine, you are enough
