Wash Away

Seeping through The ground's hard crust, Breaking apart stone, Bringing moisture and life. Rolling by On the Wind's breath, Across the Plain's back, Cleansing everything everywhere. Dripping down To fill the lakes, Washing the river beds, Showering all growing things.

Before You Sleep

Just before you drift off to sleep, you dream. Hovering just on the edge of reality. Where up can be down, Solid can be air, Colors blur together into a beautiful creations. These dreams are fluid and vibrant and captivating. So much potential just teetering on that fine line. And then you sleep.

To Write

To Write By putting ink to a page, a life has started. The words are given bodies. Thoughts are breathing at last. Sentences are aging and growing with every mark. Then the collection becomes a thing with power. A strong, beautiful Thing. We like to think the power is ours, since we gave it this … Continue reading To Write