It is not Christmas eve no more
I wish it was Christmas always...
Two birds perched pretty upon a branch by
the quiet stream. The jungle deep in the lush...
I am only your opposite
not your enemy...
I am but a Grain of Sand
finely divided...
A sculptor of devotion chiseled away
at the stone of her desires...
My Siren song will lure you,
Into depths unknown...
they inform me without fail that desperation...
all...
Why do we want what we
can't have the most...
Snowflakes landing
Over the mud littered path...
Don't cry for me, my sweet child.
The peace that encompassed me is my greatest find...
We left the earth in darkness
To explore the velvet sea...
Living without you
was like a kite, flying...