A place strong like a river   surroundings soft on the eyes and easy on the hands   drawing out the best of long fields where sunsets command a second look and rains are infrequent   while angels harmonize in the scent of lavender dissolving the unknown


I am the undercurrent of your shadow. A breath between beats. Breezes move past like years of facts we claim to achieve.  Words become festivals of flow; engines of fire, strong with grace. Sometimes when alone, memories speak to me while angels weep of loss, under the welcome cover of clouds. It’s all simple in … More IT ALL ADDS UP