Child like heart

When will ones serenity come?
The peace of a child, the heart of still waters.
To dream of butterflies, and the touch of your loved one.
Slip away...into the heart of the young.

V-day

I spent Valentines day in a Starbucks.

Just thought you should know.

My winged angel

My winged angel.
Soaring, sweeping above...

Mr and Mrs Stephens

A Sunday drive on a beautiful day, is what i need. Good tunes swayin, such as The Decemberist and Greg Laswell. Have the windows down, but the heat going to balance out the cold breezes. I would discover new roads, hills, and lovely houses. The direction of my car would deter my thoughts, and i would breath. Parked at my favorite spots, i could stretch on the warmed pavement. Slow drivers would not frustrate me, well only a little.

I want to go, drive, get away from these thoughts that run me wild. You're everywhere i turn! But not on my Sunday drive. I will pray for you as i pray for myself, sing to you as i sing out loud. Only on my Sunday drive..

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It's over

With anticipation we waited, the warning rang out.
It was coming.
Sparks flew, the friction could be cut with a knife.
It came.
The sun rose, and the glistening was over whelming.
It lingered.
Like sparkling glass, and innocent as snow, it was beautiful.
It destroyed.
Underneath the splendor destruction was evident.
It retreated.
Slowly you left me, deeply you hurt me, you left your mess.
It left.
While watching the most beautiful creation melt away, i was in agony.
It's over.
I miss the gleam of it all. I miss your ever loving touch.
I saw it coming... But i didn't stop it...