They call to me, those wild winds, caressing me with the delicate roar of life, like an oncoming storm in the eternal hours of summer twilight, all the while promising the freedom of "out there;" "Out There" beyond where sky and horizon embrace and dreams in their maturity are realized against the endless backdrop of... Continue Reading →
Unwritten
Though pages unwritten await their grace, words fail to find their voice; but we know what they are, and that should they ever be set free they would fall endlessly into the void between us.
The Sanctuary of the Storm 