Why should we be barred from the whimsy we believe by things far more fragile than the dreams that we weave...
Such Fragile Panes
Rainy Day Jazz
Good jazz on a rainy day sits deep in my chest like sipping whiskey
L’air du Paradis
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
On the Sill
My heart gets away from me sometimes No, I'm not talking about love Nor apathy, nor hatred Simply this: Have you ever had a dream One bigger than you thought you'd ever think One that makes your heart race so fast, you figure it surely must be It Ah, that wonderful It that is so... Continue Reading →
December Rose 