gift of life
seeking make it great
longing for beauty
poetry, prose, and photography
gift of life
seeking make it great
longing for beauty
Fears can speak loudly
We must learn to not let them
Paralyze our will
This night now ending
Time to calm my random thoughts
And embrace my rest
A crescent moon
Tinted red by the wind’s
California remnants

Our hearts torture us
Pronouncing us quite guilty
Anxiety’s cruel
Circumstances speak
As I lay within my bed
Seeing life’s beauty
As youth I chose
To deeply explore music
Each word critical
Music is critical to me. For my teenage years, I focused my study there. Well, as best as I could focus at that age. Music means so very much to me. Understanding the way lyrics, melody and harmony intersect for the good of the story carried great value.
I seek to recapture that. Spent some time this morning enjoying it again. Until life’s demands intruded. Soon, I’ll return. These delights critical to my soul.