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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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