Joy in the Creases of his Eyes.

Query is yet another affliction, another addiction. Hence my tense knuckles, and anxious heart. I can only be grateful of the vastness, majesty, and elegance of the world around me.” If I were a man deserving of reward, would I fail so often? Is it perhaps because I fail so often that I am deservingContinue reading “Joy in the Creases of his Eyes.”

When do the Fae Fly?

That a child may laugh without ever having to be taught, is a beautiful thing. That a mother’s song needs no singing lessons is purity in an innocent form. The Fae are a people of great mystery, and will only spread their wings when the timing is just right. As a grown man, I canContinue reading “When do the Fae Fly?”

A Dream of Home and Hope

Evergreen are the plains of open fields and rolling hills. Across it all a warm and orange afternoon sunlight bathes the world; The traversing family is grateful. Sad is the son who longs for validation. He closes his eyes for some relief. In his slumber, he is transported to the land of sunset washed fields.Continue reading “A Dream of Home and Hope”

I am the Falling Leaf

I am ground-bound and browned as I lay on the air as I am guided to soil. My colors are my ways. My colors are my days with you. Shades of brown hold the dimensions of my culture. The yellows are the flowers, sunlight, and softness in your face when you press against my weatheredContinue reading “I am the Falling Leaf”

Fighting for Love

As I prepare for battle, I can only think of him. He is my reason. He is my end. He is the air that I breathe. In my slumber I dream of a world where we can only know sweet acceptance, and where our love can escape from the shadows. Still, fight I must. ShouldContinue reading “Fighting for Love”