An afternoon of late summerperfection, brilliant and coola tinge of autumnal…
Bewilderment turns to joy, then to sadness, joy again,emotions fought on the…
The last time that you called out,in the Mahave Desert,I saw your face, your perfected words sang…
Above the sea, birds fly high,lovely as a sacred dove, lonely like a tower,love binds to the…
When the time runs out on your light don’t go back,run to the forest where your remnants belong…
Tantalizing and atrocious, common ways part the Red Sea,comfort creeps over blankets of imperfection…