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

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

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

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

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

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

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

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide

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

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

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,