You can hear the winds from inside my walls.
   Nature at its strongest so we can hear it when it calls.
   Raindrops beat with a rhythm against the window panes.
   Nothing dry remains.

I can't tell whether they eclipse because the Sun is jealous of your radiance or if they eclipse because the Moon wants to be the only one able to glare at you.

How fair you are; still never fair to us.

This morning was special
Woke up with the taste of your lips,
And a smile that wouldnt wear off

Thanks for visiting from so far
Meeting me where I waited all along-
My dream- away from reality but close to the heart

If we are the land
Of milk and honey
When did it sour
And lose its' sweetness
Or did it