What it means to bloom -
something akin to adoration...

This loneliness runs rampant
in and out of my soul, sending...

Things that are blooming
like the two baby sunflowers planted...

In ten years, I hope to know
where my dreams come from...

Oh to be more than just a wallflower,
to open the eyes of the world...

Blame me love
but wake up...

Building a mystery
we wonder how much longer...

Ocean roads wind and twist
and promise you a taste of...

It always was mid-spring
or late summer when we would...

There are things that cannot be
put into poems or words of beauty...

There's too much aching and breaking in this world
too many of us are made of porcelain and glass...

You wake to more than sunlight and compassion -
there is more to the routine than just a pattern...