On mountain peaks I sit unstirring,My vision more and more is blurring.I’m growing blind to what I’ve thought is true,I’m growing lighter in the draining hue. I only see what I’ve forgotten,I only breathe of air un-rotten’d,What seems like blurring mist is clearing,The falsehood in my heart is searing. And ...

The column slowly returns to the earth from which it came.Curves and plump lips, a deep copper hue,Stand in relief of the life and roads traveled.Strength of one side supporting the weakened other.Well-worn and oiled wood helps keep the column fromSinking to its eternal rest. Lenses of knowledge, only shimmer, ...

Gliding through valleys, around fields, up and down hills covered with wild flowers, I am engulfed in the scent of nature. When coffee trees bloom, their tangy smell overpowers me; when through strawberry fields I ride, the sweetness of the fruit penetrates to my very first memory of eating it. ...

Cloudy Seas Above the trees and cloudsThe mist waves on beneath the blue,Whatever struggle to such heights forgotten,On high, vast peaks reveal what's good and true.No sounds but vapor crushing into towers, The ebb and flow along the purple valley, The loud call of a fruitful hunt – The joyful ...

I can’t cry for her, for she is long gone, She can’t comfort or hear me for death’s deed is done. But some careless words, or a note in D minor, Bring me to tears and beg I go find her. Upon the image of her I dare not to ...

I dream of languid summer rides, With roads that simmer in the sun, And have no end and ne’er a goal, Which only beg my presence – true and whole. Of autumn walks engulfed in hue, A rousing chill which leaves us ruddy too, Soft fibers wrapped around my neck, ...