Clenched Upon the flat a warrior stood, The earth moved under him. Knowing that the sound he heard, Might never come Again.

OUT TO THE SIDE OF OUR LITTLE HOME, ONE SINGLE BUSH DOES GRO… AND ONCE A YEAR TO OUR… ONE SOLITARY ROSE WILL…

Dawn Frost lie softly on the meadow ear… Paint covered tops bare the memori… Only thoughts replaced the life sh… only thoughts gave him life again.

How can I feel alone, When so many are around. How can I feel lost, When sporadically I am found. How can I feel broken,

Snow capped reaching out Rocks tower in all angles Valleys far below. Searching for renewed valor commanding all a calm peace.

A tangled soul inside have I That emanates thru time. The broken heart that started whol… In pieces now to find. Strife in life thus trace of glee…

Achromic I often wonder how it would be, To live a life in grey. A sky of drab, a ground of pale as… Everyone would look onto a world o…

Life is a wonderful thing, But sometimes deals a blow. Some will glide with little effort… And some will actually know. I say to you from here on out,

Above the chamber souls do grow, infancy in birth. As they fall and fill the space they populate the earth. Sparrows see and sing their song, Gabriel first with hand. Only when the ...

Listen to a distant cry, across the plains unknown. A silhouette against the moon, casting shadows too and fro. A warning of the coming night, the hunt that will ensue. The sacrifice of...

Life’s a dream of endless thought, that wonders thru my soul. It guides me to that inner place, and shows me where to go. Life’s a dream of gentle ways, that surf upon my mind. It makes...

Going far and sometimes near, making sounds so crystal clear. Giving life to every thing, listen close to hear it sing. On the wings of lifted flight, from dusk till dawn and thru the ...

Still I look up to see the leafless branches. Unlike me steady and true, it moves wild and free. Cold sets in and I worry some for its health. I stay the same as the sprouts first appe...

Listening to the world unfold, Not to understand at all. A certain talent that’s foretold, A life that’s yet to call. Tiny features that start to form,

Feeling of great respect. I travel life’s highway, and still I wonder yet. Is my strength enough to let my soul shine thru or does it come to me from deeds that I do. Does the love I h...