Wistful wisteria
lays in wait...

They say you are gone
but I know you are only...

In years to come
when my bones are brittle...

The night is made
for dreaming...

In a strange land
the sky was not my own...

Come take my hand,
let’s meander with no...

Someone assumed,
given my youth...

Wanderlust
Sometimes the anticipation of travel...

Random notes
joined together...

The squawking parrots open
the first bars of morning...

You were my first love,
you held me like no other...

As a small child
I made a big promise...