My bed will find me when it is ready, and rest I will take when it is mine to have; but 'til that time when my work is done I must stand my watch and keep my vigil.
Dragonfly
whispers only offer me hope - delicate threads that break too easy; when strength wanes and the light in your eyes has begun to fade, i'll turn to sleep and in our dreams will still remain the light and life that was you for Christy
Nothing Surrendered
There are moments when we must surrender ourselves to nothing, because nothing hurts.
Unspoken
Things to say that will never be said, words unwoven becoming a wound; sacred oblivion an eternity away for the soul needing emptied.
The Sanctuary of the Storm 