Life is but the fleeting dream of a passing...
death is as ephemeral as the sun...
I see how fate
molds into...
A Wise Man
A kid walked up to the wise man...
The days became for Christina endless preparation...
--christna brickley, The Lady and the Samurai...
This perfect plank once robust
Now jarrah turned to sawdust...
Queen Of My Sea:
Dedicated to my Awesome wife...
It holds all the secrets, all the memories.
The dewy moss that accumulates in its waking of...
the sunrise
brought colours...
The clouds are all in focus
The vision is a blur...
There is an answer.
I have something to live for...
I write so that I may live;
live beyond the smothering cocoon...
I was called to go in,
go in and find the small sky...