Powdery wings unfold as she emerges The beauty of her, soft colors on a gossamer pallet, stretching into adulthood show through her first attempts at flight. First here, then there, Flittering in a herky jerky way. A bit of orange flashed across the dusty beige of her perfectly sculpted wings.   Dancing as her kind has done since time began circling, ever closer, darting in and out Now here, then there   Was it flittering or is that flirting. No matter, it tugs at the heart...

The travelers met, knowing a bond existed set out together to a better life. It seemed a simple thing in the beginning. The canyon ran down the length of the world unable to be spanned or crossed. Bottomless. The canyon kept the two travelers apart. Sometimes the canyon was so narrow they could almost touch and then it would widen so they could not see each other, hear each other. Sometimes creatures would fly out of the canyon and force the travelers away from the edge so they were ...

  Sadness is tails to happiness's head. They are it seems, inseparable as the coin of life.  

  Sadness is the tail to happiness heads. They are it seems inseparable as the coin of life.  

Great love requires great risk and makes poets of us all.

The weak die young; killed by the strong. The strong die young;killed by the rich.

In the mist of my waking wafting about the edge of my vision, I drift towards the cloud that is my memory to the figure wrapped within. Willing myself back into the night I tumble ever deeper, to reach what is not there. Silently I slip softly alongside and gently caress the mystery of her. Breath ever faster I strain to see her through the haze. The almost touch, sensing the fragrance, the white satin snugged to reveal the gentle curves beneath My loin cries out in anticipation Clear now; wh...

Through the fog of twilight reverie As a lazy haze wafts round the edge of my vision I drift towards the figure wrapped within the cloud that is my memory Ebb and flow slipping away into the night Ever deeper I tumble stretching to reach what is not there Breath shallow afraid to wake the figure wrapped within The soul that is dancing on the edge of the mist Breathing ever faster I long to reach through the haze Feeling the almost touch sensing the fragrance Form covered in white satin snugge...

Waited most of her young life Patient, then frantic, doubting Now? When? Pleading. Found him, once, desperation rule gone now, bitterness rule wounded dove He was there, wasn't he? Why can't she see him through the mist that shrouds her eyes Where is he? There, over there peering waiting holding a breath until Children crying, Mist again, Why isn't he here Now it will be soon Perhaps not no promises the pain exploding her heart, aching, making her cringe. Children growing. Too many years, was...

Waited most of her young life Patient, then frantic, doubting Now? When? Pleading. Found him, once, desperation rule gone now, bitterness rule wounded dove He was there, wasn't he? Why can't she see him through the mist that shrouds her eyes Where is he? There, over there peering waiting holding a breath until Children crying, Mist again, Why isn't he here Now it will be soon Perhaps not no promises the pain exploding her heart, aching, making her cringe. Children growing. Too many years, was...