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

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…

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

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

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

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

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

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

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

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

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

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,

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

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