From a family of a trillion plus s… from zealous tears into the dews o… the nervous clouds about in the lo… an assembly of the spirits as the… fragments ascending from the eyes…
Opening day, as rookies begin, ‘Tis Time to get ready and time t… On the mound while nerves are fray… Wish that feeling would go away. First pitch, a fastball right over…
Two lovers on skates, music weavers weaving into one, one dream, one ballade, one sunset… one rhapsody, one song, one space, soaring, upward lifting,
My soul’s in a vacuum in a quiet p… In a garden unknown in a state of… At the bottom of a hill too steep… In search of a sonnet not written… The skies are filled with vibratin…
Booming silence at the gates of the hidden castle aloft, silent trumpets in the eastern ski… florid rays streaming from the bel… from a pot of gold
Squeezing out of the blue on tears of impatient clouds, riding in on the wind, methodical words broken up into carefree lines and shapes,
Morality at Risk Human Nature knocks at my door I do thee proclaim that pleasure’s… Damsels dancing to the song of lus… Morality’s swirling in a cloud of…
Lady Wisdom with quiet eyes and velvet wings floating in the quiet air, her satchel full of the world, the lakes,
From cathedrals up in the celestia… Home of the divine and truly wise, Mothers come to be from amity soug… Just in time as the brothers fough… Riding in on rainbows to quell the…
The Waking Hours Sleep, our climb into the upward a… Inside silky wings that take us th… That wrap around our earthly torso… With eyes that reach into our mind…
If we lived for A thousand years, Learning every day Something new, We would soon realize
Looking Out Here I am looking out at love Not close enough to touch But close enough to feel It enters my body as if it were re…
Music, the intoxicating smiles of beauty, steals my heart; then begins to climb into infinite spaces where my dreams have been. It is like the sweet language of my beloved that mingles...
Black billows rising in the tender… Ominous clouds with menacing faces… Propagating themselves in poetic m… Moving in and out and thru and thr… Gathering strength in their slithe…
Her Celestial Voice I heard the language of the Gods As if through melodious goldenrods Songs of lament, joyful, and pure Then life became an exotic overtur…