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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?