This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

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,

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

Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

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

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

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

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

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

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

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

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

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