For so long I struggled …

lonely on a sunday morning as the coffee stains my mind …

What rough beast this way comes
to breathe in love ….

I remember days when the air was so thick with lies and …

And in the end the child was dead …

I found myself at the beginning, a zenith if you will …

Dreams, Dragons, and the love that binds …

O’ sacred sleep, maker of dreams, in you my wonder lies …

Traveling along this path of bones …