how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written.

I live there...where the birds are infiniteeverywherewhere they fleeit's a place your eyes can wanderbut never seeWhere everyone accepts me,Without any pretenseIt's a place your mind can picturebut never really comprehend.

May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.

I was coming together...limb by limb, after being brokenfor an infinity.

leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.

when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.

poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.

the time will come, my dearwhen I will hold you closeand all will beright againin the world.

i can’t always tell what’s betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens.