unfinished

Nature is not a forgiving force but she gives us time before she collects her due. though we can't leave things unresolved like the way I left things with you. Some days when storm clouds gather And a Spirited Wind whispers in my ear I stand a face the things to come with measured fear. …

words

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety. Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and …

Emerson’s World-Soul

A little Emerson.... The World-Soul by Ralph Waldo Emerson Thanks to the morning light, Thanks to the seething sea, To the uplands of New Hampshire, To the green-haired forest free; Thanks to each man of courage, To the maids of holy mind, To the boy with his games undaunted, Who never looks behind. Cities of …

what am i supposed to do

play with your name across my lips. how i imagine what is just beyond my finger tips. oh, to get close enough for one sweet kiss. tell me what am i supposed to do? with all this love that I have for you. i am just a crazy, love sick fool. there's a good reason …

sometimes

sometimes i think about brushing your beautiful long lashes with my finger tips and wonder about the taste of your full red lips. would you smile when i let down your hair and ran my fingers through the long dark strands? what would it feel like to hold your hand? and if i took you …