Holding the space for my thoughts to take form,
Listening to my soul’s voice deep within...
My true love was always afraid of heights
At first refused to soar above the land...
Sometimes we look far too deep
Or choosing paths that are too steep...
I won't let time claim a win
And be the enemy...
Sometimes frustration
Is hard to ignore...
a cloud opened its
vein all over my washing...
Deep down, an obituary
burns within a flowery...
There was an old lady,
who lived on the floor...
Preface
How oft we sense the beauty around us...
So long ago, I once saw
a raven so black and bright...
We are two clocks of different times
One much older and the other prime...
The fields of tomorrow
I once sat with, a paper blank...