Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the