And what is perfect? But a man-made concept, when it's the skies that dictate me.
Does no one else want to listen to the trees? The stories they tell and the secrets they hold? The wisdom of magic is firmly rooted, while their guidance is from the stars. What do they know that I don’t? They live in truth without the burden of tomorrow, yet show their leaves when storms […]
Yesterday we had one of those perfect snowfalls. It fell like feathers and stacked tightly upon itself. The bare branches held their white glow overnight and into today. Although the clouds have passed into memory, the wind has now come along to knock off resting dust, giving us miniature snowfalls against the blue January sky. […]
For new and old, or once came and gonea place that knows no boundaries.Although a floating land they saygrounded in its stories. Will you let your footprints taintof what has always been?And where do you stand when Winter comesthe air of solitude. Its people will stay and playhonouring its lasting span.Do you thank the snapshot […]
Sometimes,For writer’s sakeI am not what I mean.When you awakeAnd I am meWill you and I forsake?
And me, my ownMy soul’s embraceTo walk through fireAt my own paceTo see the birthUpon my faceWould help me standIn time and place.
Perspective.
Everyone has it and everyone can…
