There is no particular soundthat rustles through the trees,different from the musicwe listen to.Your hands grab and hold melike I have somewherebetter to be,fingers interwovenagainst…
Poet & Storyteller
There is no particular soundthat rustles through the trees,different from the musicwe listen to.Your hands grab and hold melike I have somewherebetter to be,fingers interwovenagainst…
If I could slide myself into thepalm of your hands,I’d split myself into five slender stemsso all of me could fit into thevase of your…
Before you,Nothing but space occupied my mind. Before you appeared,I fell constantly, with nothingTo cushion the fallNothing to orbit. Now, I have a universe, thanks…