Perhaps I did see you in the distance of my imagination.
My life has not been changed. All is the same. So why the difference now that you're really in the past,
They say you have a magic tongue that can weave the words falling from your mouth into tapestries laced with gold thread.
Tell me, mirror, which face do you see behind the glass?
We will wait for the tide to turn. It will carry us away wave after wave gathering up the debris which surrounds us sucking it up like so much dust
Water Under The Bridge The Canadian canoe submerged as we got in too clumsily. The cushions brought thoughtfully for comfort were soaked along with everything else. Then we discovered that we were unable to coordinate our paddling so moving along…
Sometimes shoes can become iconic, represent us, make a statement about ourselves, about who we are.
The only air is within me and the bubbles lost to me The only air is within me and the bubbles lost to me which soon will cease as I continue to float upwards.
Look this way. Turn away from the salt wind. There’s nothing to fear. Let me see your face. I know mine looks a little strange, but there’s nothing to fear, nothing.