Filled With A Predilection.
Even now as my words fall onto paper
My hand, tracing the length of such great expanse,
Finds solace in this expression.
Declaring things I am oft to know not of.... more »
New And Untitled
Today the wind panted with a trace of my name.
How was I to ignore this beckoning force,
whose fabric was the structure of my very first breath?... more »
Could you sense me coming
like dew drops on the wild rose
fragrant, moist, omniscient... more »
Stasis And Change.
Life- the reconstructed revision.
We are ever changing, My Love.
This heart of mine.... more »
The Opposing Lined Canvas
There is a tenuous line etched between my brow now
A seam dividing two hemispheres lives... more »