Moth's Wings

When?

If Wishes Were Horses...

"Every passing minute is a another chance to turn it all around." Another cold, blustery day in late November warmed only by homemade soup, sweet friends, and good movies. Oh, wishes... were they horses, this beggar would ride... all the way to the moon.

Voice Like Silver

A room with a window facing west, toward the sea
You with your hands across your chest, facing me
Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and
I don't think that I can do this anymore.
La la la la la la la.... la la laaaa.

Tread Lightly

Lost in the Woods

Summer Star-flower Birds

Home is wherever I'm with you

Too soon parted

I dreamed a dream I saw you.
You were dancing like you do.
Flowers bloomed,
my heart sank
because none of it was true.
The next time that we're near, dear,
I can promise this:
I’ll never send
you off again
without
giving you a kiss.

A reverie indulged in while awake

Dear You

Ride A White Swan

Poppies On Fire

Snow Dear

Curious Love Letter

Every blink is a thought. Every sigh is a memory.
Blink, blink, blink. Sigh, sigh, sigh....