Like fine lace
friendships are woven...

Rain drops creating
ripples in a quiet pond...

An aura, the color of honey
glimmers behind tempest clouds...

Artistic moves,
dancers in the air...

Wise is the man
who gives from the heart...

Suffocation as if buried alive,
weight of loneliness baring down...

Total darkness but the small light
Of a candle burning on a glass table...

I have to tell you what I feel
emotions abundant syrupy and real...

Bella luna, reigning queen of the night
whom wolves hail, bringer of waxing light...

He kisses his queen's
soft alabaster skin...

From my window a tree
looms high above the roof...

Natures Army
The world is my home...