One things for sure as I
Stare...
One bitterly cold December day
I walked a barren landscape...
Sun Sweeping the hills
Luminating yon expanse...
Can tonight be better?
Only if you let it...
I woke up this morning
raindrops are falling...
There she is, my moon
lighting my darkness, like a missing piece...
With oaken roots, an English rose did grow
from natures womb a noble tree was born...
This was a shock treatment.
Becoming friends...
The wind was in your hair,
I will bring the...
I walked deeper into the twilight where
the moon peeps through clouds, like...
Lingering anticipation escapes from my vulnerable...
Building up the impatience that crawls within me...
To hear a butterfly sing,
You need only be silent...