my heart

we will care for each other until we can no longer fly. we will stay together even as feathers drift from our bones, into the winds of ...

in the haze of knowing/not knowing, reality quietly slips by. nearby neighbors

away she wanted to fly away. the pain confusion, no reason to stay. bond street 

my love is a petal on a trembling rose. my love is a bud starting to grow. my love is an orchard ripe to the touch. my love is forever...

we are baby beakys new to this world. baby garage eagles

her heart cries out loud like tears on the petals of  a rose. on the way too....

so deep we dare not look for we may see ourselves at the other end. neighborflower