Sunny Sunday afternoon— perfect time to sway in the hammock, staring blankly into the foliage that towers above me and dances to the music of my mind....
What is longing? A restless hankering, or a cheerful expectation? It's all how you look at it.
Silence can noises drown To hear the lovers' song
Like a flash of light the ball came, Then a flash of judgment, then thump!
Our iridescent wings now fit to fly, He beckons to a place of mystery.
Written as the sequel to "The Fire Went Out"
She closed her eyes, And then the Fire went Out.
A lump came in my throat The day I walked in the back room and saw The Chair...
“Some things are more important than the moment we are living in.”
Not a wish, then blow out the candles, But a hope— An earnest desire with the expectation that it will come to pass