Remnants of a Landscape We Once Knew

I am not here I cannot tell you where I am For I do not quite know Myself Do you believe in me? Do you believe in you? Do you believe in the now? I can't really say if I do Though it is just as well Sometimes the question Does not beget an answer … Continue reading Remnants of a Landscape We Once Knew →

With Thorns

Curled red petals Folded Toward center Smiling Fixed in Place Space and time Irrelevant As this moment Captured Means far more Careful Consideration Touch must be A genuine act Not to Impose But rather To implore To inquire To inspire An act of Reverence Made with Understanding That beauty often comes With thorns Not to … Continue reading With Thorns →