It doesn’t matter how the sun sets… nor how the clear streams flow. There is no joy in waves of grain or brilliant fields of snow. This world in all its glory
Love is a game, a journey of sorts… a search for the one who is right. And of all the seekers, just what… are not all just travelers at nigh… For it seems in darkness they sear…
Sailed an ocean just to reach you, passed through a hurricane or two, hit land to find a ring upon your… I was almost there for you. Crossed a continent to find you,
I never felt to push or shove people toward the God of love. It seemed that it was not my place… “Just give them time and give them… But then I came to understand,
Even as the night has drifted softly upon me distilling its emptiness. So also has your memory in silence
Write me a poem she said from her… and tell the dark secrets that lie… Dig it all up from the deepest of… Tell in your poem what you’ve not… Write your way through all the lay…
His love for her was strong but st… a longing in his soul took him to where he could be free… but ocean’s take their toll. He never did return
Is it me? Is it real? The feelings that I feel... never seem to match the world around me. What if I’m lost in time,
“Do unto others”, the Savior once… a golden rule given to sum it all… But we seem to want something comp… like it is too simple or it’s not… But nothing more’s needed and that…
A million threads now woven, with no single thread ever reveali… what web it intended to weave. Each thread seemed a pleasure-friend upon its arrival…
How odd this ragged stranger seems who jarred me from my frozen stare… at dust and dreams and other thing… for which I spend my time and care… No other man hath paid him mind,
The morning air to which I have a… whispers softly upon me, the subtl… For the aroma of distant fire has… to greet me in the dim of dawn, de… that time has at long last carried…
I stand here on the corner, steam of breath rising into the frozen air, staring, eyes fixed, longing to see...
What lies beneath a sea of numb where ships of heart were taken do… Sunk to the bottom with the one I hated and I meant to drown. For in its hull it carried pain
