Grand gesture from high above fine line crossed by the remaining faithful and I continue to fall short of expectation when there is no place to land... ...float away on a cloud of perception rejoice in the abstract reflection I''ll lose not a night of sleep and pause at the mere rejection of your love …
Tag: fear
Til Death We Do part
Words waft by in the cool night air yesterday has somehow become my bed mate and in the deepest space my heart holds truth there is a place full of love and treasures vignettes never fading far from view but as time stands still for no one and this life continues to dance like a …
Trilby Yates 