Caress of dream.

Elusive state of mind where soul Roams free of mortal flesh above the stars, Free fall of heart into the depths of dream Where naught but memories and hopes exist.

I GIVE UP

no doubt about it

A Priesting at Westminster

Will you still love me tomorrow?

The thistle

The thistle is sweet Nature’s kiss; epistle of electric bliss. When life feels like a hammer fist; her lips shine like an amethyst. The thistle will, from morn to moon
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Say nothing.

Say yes, say no, those words no-longer hold any meaning, not the way they used to, anyway. Remember what the sky looked like when we first met?

In The Mirror

Who’s to blame? For if we could not see If we did not know The face that faced the world We would only know What lay beneath, The smile, the dimple, the frown What could we tell?

The Super Market

Not what I expected.
Cherry

random

random work order, read you runes and have a rant.

Buttercups

In a field of golden buttercups I watch the sun at play dancing on there little petals with there golden rays as I watch them gently sway in the soft summer wind oh that golden haze

More notes from a Harley

Sometimes it seems that happiness is as simple as these three things: sunshine, a full tank of fuel and a sweet running motor. It feels like that today.

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