I want to fly like a bird above the clouds, behind the rising fog and not be seen. Had I known what being seen ...

softly the petals of a flower falllanding upon the slowly browning eartha chill starting to take hold in the airthe last vestiges of summer ...

When you dipmy body singsback archesmaking my legs fall openlike butterfly wings When you dipmy body soarsand the soft moansescaping my throatis my call ...

Nothing is what it appears,A fact consecratedIn my mind. I desire to believeIn fairytales andHidden worlds. Be it not for the lessonFollowing each mortal ...

I tip-toe among the little crittersThat wriggle and flitter  Along our shared grassy track  They like to stop and have a chat  And proudly pose for a ...

there is a crispness in the airfresh morning dew on the grassa scent of something warmer to comeand the scant songs of birds the ...

It comes with a numbness that is hard to understandTriggered by anger that has morphed into hateThe rapid flow of emotions now difficult to ...

If they could see us now,What would they think? What would they comprehend?With poor souls like us A melting pot of a nationWith towers ...

What side of the fencedo you sit on?Birds perched on fenceslook down on the earth Birds on fences knowThe grass is not always greeneron ...

I’m going with the wave, to a place that may replace or erase, fill the void, And refill my glass. The quiet may confuse ...