The oriental dragon that stretches up my spine protects the treasures of my soul one day he will burst furth a volcano rocketing up bringing us to our eternal rest And the gold he protected will be shared
Lay me down in soft moss Let me rest beneath the trees as they sway softly in the wind Let the moss grow up around me As who I once was fades and who I need to be today grows
Love demands action the butterflies are worthless flittering from corner to corner Let them out of the cage you have made! They will no longer suffice trapped if you want to love me Do so
faces made fuller by the painter's hands life imitating art in a makeshift studio captured moments of unlikely canvases hues accentuating the humanness of design strokes of pigment embellishing creation
how nice it is to be close, to say in confidence "I am loved and have loved" while sunshine seeps slowly, onto your bedroom carpet as I giggle and you sigh
An old soul means nothing to a young heart and yet you mean everything to me. Someday I'd like to grow lavender for you and watch as you gasp and pour out gratitude watch as the sky turns dark and Dickinson smiles