two o'clock am The light is pale gold. Heart never met this beauty. My power dies next to the gods in gentle surges never tells me who I am, why I stay in the wind. The moonlight on the beach... Continue Reading →
postcard from the end of summer The sky swept in for us Laughing under colors of light Sharing secrets from the birds we knew Eyes locked over streets we've never seen A million footprints to pair upon tomorrow.