Molten stone to ash
How can this power be real...
Delicate flowers
blooming, peeking through white snow...
Nevermore you will talk
of the forked tongue...
Living on the fringes of
faith, you become epiphanous...
There's something about
the space between...
Cattails slow dance as
the sun gently dips into...
Bored of earth limits
The boat took off from water...
Beneath her blanketed love I sit in deep...
seeing myself as I really am...
Water droplets fell
Encircling his head in a luminous circlet...
Gifting myself a new
hurt, though ephemeral, do...
After land slips it was
most surreal scene. Cadaveric...
A quest for inspiration,
while staring at a river...