fuse

at horizon’s last dance i clench the sun with unfettered wings in waning stance no great rush to touch the void too much ado adjoining burns with such a choice subject to learn each yearn shall find its voice in turn in ethereal parade cluttering the sky the dreams and fears of pilgrimages forlorn collideContinue reading “fuse”

union

take my hand follow the narcissus plea to run wild in unkept forests to stilled breath in gardens beneath the trees take my hand in the union of water and earth where lyrics that burn within speak to giants, and wander into your dreams

colors

deep in my earth your words survive there beneath the ageless, the night, the moon’s silken eyes deep in my earth your words quietly stroke a palace of blues, of grays, of an artist reborn as a lover awoke

honeydew

last bites of summer in a honeydew bed as drips of venus and autumn leaves wed It is the power of our senses that offer such inspiration to the creative within us and my taste buds often rise to treat me with such. Honeydew, to me, tastes and feels like summer. I’m easily transported onContinue reading “honeydew”

letters

take me to those once upon a times where wisteria strolls and hand written love was the way I captured this image while driving through the small town of Rocky Mount, Virginia. This quaint little town instantly drew me in with its simplistic fare and images like this truly commemorate the nostalgia of its streetsContinue reading “letters”

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