It was the one space we were
working to make safe...
If you talk about magic and unknown
directly...
Since the age of time
We've tracked it's pace...
It is not Christmas eve no more
I wish it was Christmas always...
Two birds perched pretty upon a branch by
the quiet stream. The jungle deep in the lush...
I am only your opposite
not your enemy...
I am but a Grain of Sand
finely divided...
A sculptor of devotion chiseled away
at the stone of her desires...
My Siren song will lure you,
Into depths unknown...
they inform me without fail that desperation...
all...
Why do we want what we
can't have the most...
Snowflakes landing
Over the mud littered path...