Once upon a time there was a thoug… Who looked deep down inside hersel… And found a secret world. Its moonrises were brighter than e… Then it was gone.

The sun rises on dawn-mists as dew Dances light on the loam. The waking world arises anew. This is what I know. This is my h… The droning of eager bees bringing

From the stars in the sky and the… To the eagles that fly round their… To the dark oceans deeps and the s… To the ruins and keeps and their e… To the loudest transgression or so…

Friendships come and friendships g… Relations are hard to maintain. The more I try, the more I know The road forward is hard terrain. Where are all the introverts?

Where is the wisdom that nobody se… Is it hidden in gray clouds or eme… Whether here or there, all the sea… There must be something more. What is the meaningful point of a…

Tiny bursts of who you are Escape into the world For the rest of us to peruse. Believing is seeing, To know is to take.

Morpheus, my alt’ring friend I would coax you close to me. For my weary day is at an end, So the help I ask of thee Is to put rest my esprit.

Just one of those days Where everything seems fine. Overcast skies and sunken in eyes You never take as a sign That the glory of morning

I could buy myself a butcher knife And find out where you’re sleeping And with calculated movements Carve out secrets that you’re keep… I could break into your homestead;