*This is my favorite thing that I have ever...
The flesh of life...
Not all of me will die
When death...
Yesterday's Shadows
O' heart that spirals endlessly...
My fingers trace your golden glow
Though years have worn you through...
Full to the brim with smiles abound
Whistling a tune of morning song...
Submerged in silence
braking molds of life...
There's no quietude
everywhere I turn to...
Perched
on the precipice...
.....Bliss
....native...
Glancing around the room, eyes meeting.
Recognition, a greeting...
Castigated by the bows of sorrow
Broken wings of a tiny sparrow...
So tell me why did God make the stars come out...
The man in the moon smile as I bask here within...