I tend to forget much of yesterday Sometimes I wonder whether that was even me Now was it? I wonder if I can ever be defined With my...

Silence is great Love is too Peace is beautiful It brought me to you

She had her daily cappuccino across the street where some tiny chairs were positioned on the pavement, nearly adjoining the vivid road...

I dream of being here And now I dream of touch And sound Of colors Sensations My own translations Perspective And power The taste of...

I learned to see The truth in you The truth in me I learned to put A hand to heart I failed to see a story Of that which is not there I...

Leafs leaving Skin less strong Touch as tender Kids are gone 1st word, loud and clear Birds come home Rescue the deer Dried flowers and a...

Morning glory Gloriously lingering Fingers on my thighs Imagining us, eye to eye Baby, you are here, in reach Floating on a west wind I...