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…
My pillow misses youmore than I do. The way you taste,the way you feelyour kiss echoes goodnight. A sheeplost its way to the moontonight. We…
I touch you in a placemost look past,a place within reach. It is within this placeI feel most alive. The space between hearts,the space between…