sitting on a crowded flight home ( Read more... )

never wish for your problems to disappear ( Read more... )

the aging buck is sturdy and fierce
he rides ahead of the throng with no trembling or fear
on his back clings his nymph
she shimmers with light and holds steady to their rings
in the coming of day that dawns
his mighty arms are tender surrounding the sweet fawn
she is sheltered by her keeper
drawing from his force she is strengthened by his fever

the coworkers in my office are elderly women who are fashionably sensible ( Read more... )

it sometimes creeps inside his bedroom but he says "I don't want you to ( Read more... )

my simple mind is like a speck of dust ( Read more... )

reaching where I know I shouldn't ever go ( Read more... )

long have I waited to lift my face ( Read more... )

beautiful view ( Read more... )

where is the moon and its black blanket of sparkled gold ( Read more... )