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

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

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

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

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

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

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,

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

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

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

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?

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much