My Words
My lips are moving but you don’t hear my words linger in dead space stopped cold by your body language …
My lips are moving but you don’t hear my words linger in dead space stopped cold by your body language …
Cocooned in silence waiting Ready to emerge in spring She keeps the secrets I whisper into the mulberry bush. The …
These our engravings: shallow lines and deep, cross-hatched for shade or curved to contour, ink upon our pages. Limited: we …
Ceres’ splendor has burst the bonds of winter To grace us with color and life once again. The blue sky …
Passing Radiant Gray and Midnight Indigo Leaving Quiet Magenta and Tainting Orange Goes the slowsum traveler Into the sea of …
Our voices know each other in a tongue we barely understand words follow words through turns of everyday what we …
I longed to touch her I caressed her skin Despite great love I never touched her within I never touched …
When hugging goes, what is it that remains? The seas that ebb are also those that flood, a waxing moon …
So much has changed since he lost the world of sound. Mostly he misses the music that now he only …
I live to see you smile, my love, the coy mischief that’s playing hide and seek behind your eyes when …