Listen, to life unfolding like sea… Live at present, with moving winds… Savor—do not worry of boding forth… In winter, glean on nectar of suga… Breath, slowly, Nor’easter dancin…

Wisdom from the books I’ve been reading on EMOTIONAL well-being, Joy, & overcoming trauma. I’m also taking a class. It’s helped me see things I didn’t see before Being too optimistic; t...

Whilst traveling to gates adorned… I’d like to be greeted by faces ki… I’d like to hear enchanting choirs… I’d like to feel prints in his han… I’d like to know of his transformi…

A lily folds in upon dusk til a br… Her grace tilts towards brightest… Gracefully tipping, her milky tide… Lily, grace Fair; drunkin in sun hues and morn…

In mystic waves she floats amidst… From enchanting slumbers she arise… She travels from ocean to beach be… She is a rarity, like fallen stars… Her flauntless, spiraling headland…

Titled helmet, chin down ’Tis recollections of a maddened,… Tossed into sprigs of pine overcoa… Angels harrow sweet anthems to the… As they, soldiers valiant, climbed…

In my dreams a sylph sang whilst silver rain collided and leapt off stone to marine beds, dancing as pirouettes—splashing ballerinas Thus, such a sylph's purging delight beckoned me to ...

We argue of creation and God’s tr… In her perfection she denotes With each star synchronized, in ha… For one alteration could cause a d… Her science surely precise, as ear…

During my childhood, stories were… He was young when he went to war,… Many missions he flew, dropping bo… A miracle he survived—Distinguish… Hero sung and honored—exemplified…

Tonight, dreams await a slumbering… I pull my blankets tight beneath m… My every thought stirs like windch… As whilful shutters on breathing s… This is when all my dreams stand r…

The cocooned creature croons in he… She dreams as her figure transform… No guise can disguise such a visag… Not night Darkness could never disclose her…

I’m stuck! I thought and I thought, what am… Can I merely comprehend but a sli… Nature’s metaphor is a true teache… For by and by a storm rolls in; I…

Ophelia, infamous, painted maiden of histor… Fair, by her ebony hair and chiseled bro… Delightful,

“Tis’ ugly an oyster," their wretc… Not like sea horses fair, riding u… Tall and stalwart are they Not like adorning corals blooming… They amuse man’s eyes with their b…

Mild, soft, & a subtle wisp upon invisible fallen limbs. She was a perfectly pressed apron until her voice grew, igniting into a tall redwood tree, branches alluring, a strength yearnin...