How can one move from the sea to  the sky? As shadows shift  into life What perspective .  Could one see what is  not...

Water fills the  heart cold; drains with a simple call. A longingness to be warmed with the breeze of music. Again refilled....

Language always seems to fail me. No matter how hard I try, there are never enough sounds that I can put together to represent the...

Through the pebbles I stumbled.  Not rocks or boulders. Falling down the rabbit hole the size of a worm's tunnel. Chased by wolves, I...

They called her the gypsy girl, for she went with the wind and loved with no regret.  They called him the musician boy, for the notes...

Mother, Mother yes, I have left with the wind. I don’t mean to break your heart, only for you to see the strength you have planted within...