my heart

to see through eyes unclouded by time, prejudice life... to see to the very heart from a heart willing to see. to walk in those foots...

spun by undone repaired by care intelligent life really is out there.

if i could see behind what was by curtain covered, and by distance, curtailed.

lonebird sits as seasons pass.

mirrors and smoke dust that collects moments in still life walls insurmountable never held accountable.

a rose in repose never grows but it holds secrets that nobody knows.

if by love a world appears, embrace each moment so fragile and dear.