When I look into your eyes,I see the doubt of lingering questionsthe strength of our loveand whether it can prevail. I see the things you’ve…
Poet & Storyteller
When I look into your eyes,I see the doubt of lingering questionsthe strength of our loveand whether it can prevail. I see the things you’ve…
Your voice forms the bricksof a well-built home. It holds in warmth on a hot day,stores heat on the cold ones.Your voice is a shelterone…
Her moonthe everlasting creamin my coffee of stars. I stir,hoping she appearsin half-dark twinkles of night. My hands warmin the bistro of anticipation.She leans against…