In halls of forgotten magic, live the many small moments of endless mystery.
For a light spoken from before time began came as a mystery of a deeper magic still.
This is the ending of my recently written story, “The Beauty of the Stars”. I wrote the story…
The struggle is… Knowing that the human heart was built to break, and when it does, as it…
I am love falling, breaking unsuspecting hearts Cleaving deep darkness, I am lightening flashing I am thunder crashing,…
Quietly standing along the fence at twilight The setting sun casts yellow flames silently down They silently watch…
There are days my friend when it is all you can do to stand, but stand you must…
