i dream of stones, their rough and tumbled surfaces pockmarked black and gray as they glisten ... CONTINUED
Sailing In
An evening rain taps on my bedroom window its staccato rhythm in tune with deeper ... CONTINUED
the sweetest note
"do you love me?" a breath heavy with sleep whispered into night. i rolled on my side and ... CONTINUED
disappearing
morning fog hangs thickly over the road, its twin yellow lines faintly painted on pavement draw ... CONTINUED
into mud
maybe infinity finds it impossible to take root here torn between shifting tides and so much mud ... CONTINUED
vespers (ii)
the sun dips below the faraway hills while scattered clouds flame into lavenders, pinks and grays. ... CONTINUED
vespers (i)
for what will i sing in the gathering gloom? a heart's desire which won't let go? wisdom to feel ... CONTINUED
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