There's a shiver to your chant,
Conjurations of crimson...

Green as the wondering vision
Of the child's eyes wide...

I hear your whisper
And can't believe...

She scryed from my gaze
And smiled thoughtfully...

Arc soft, follow slow,
Finger trailing over...

Do you recognize
When I come to you...

I drip away my last few thoughts
Before Sleep...

March 22, 2010
12:07am...

10 July 2009
Cordially, I make my bows...

1 June 2009
6:55pm...

1 June 2009
10:30am...

1 June 2009
10:35am...