Disquiet sits quietly
making mental notes...

Becalmed atop a mirrored sea
the storm has passed...

To see the beauty
in a single snowflake...

Innocence of form
belies the cimmerian shades...

I’ll build a castle in the air
for you and me alone to share...

Why can’t I be a princess?
Said the youngster to his mum...

Slam the steel door and fasten it tight
Make sure it’s sealed to keep out the light...

Too often life demands
we be broken...

A tree there stands upon a hill
Which bears such painful scars...

Banners snap in breeze wrought heavy with the...
Hooves rumble across grass worn thin and bare in...

Tomorrow,
a word that whispers off the tongue...

Do not weep when I am gone,
It is not chance but mine own choice...