Here I am, amidst my rambling—tho
Within my heart no words utter
I cannot explain the depths in my
Only nature consoles, betimes
I look on stars and butterflies

The death hills rolled in clay
Silvery, sheen and sunken stones
They seem to whisper amongst a dar
As night lights lushly soak earth’
There is history written upon the

Ambitious are his words, striking
Ink spills—the heart spills, and m
Everything has a soul, even words
Joyous and betimes grey and mourni
Most of all magic—the imagination’

She is a daunting precipice—a parc
Like mystical midnight stars reach
Such is a musing whale leaping fro
This is where earthly tapestries m
Upon entering such throngs she is

Starting anew
With wishes and stars
With new lives and living tabernac
With new shorlines glowing underne
A glimmer

My bloodlines—strings on harps rip
Waves lifting—gone, soaked up by g
The bygones of waning moons, melte
My bloodlines stir compasses insid
To trees binding threads of vines

A wolf follows me, his musky, onyx
He’s always there, with a simperin
I envision his bite venomous, like
He is my fear trapped within, my d
His venom is the poison of thought

To this be true, with thine heart
Live always for a rose’s breath up
Live for hands gentle and voices c
Live for kind words dancing with c
To warm lips and admiring eyes be

On the Bedouin of soul fire I wri
Therein lays my heart, my mind, my
Like dipping lilacs on brimming la
The page, a blank-blackness above,
A pen’s aphotic dance dwells on wi

Songs of merriment croon upon a wh
’Tis bells golden, singing an allu
A sacred catalyst and Yule whimsy
A stiring of evergreens’ fulfillme
Sustenance rises on love’s delicat