Thursday, August 22, 2013 the redwoods.

I have found the years encapsulating. The further you travel, the more you find you haven't left the back porch. The experiences found me racing to the heavens to only find that the clouds dissipate and the fall to earth painful.

I changed the words,
I wanted to believe,
that true love existed
if only for me.

Time angered,
distance reveals
nothing in life
can make a heart

Saturday, August 3, 2013


Someday when you're old and grey, you will hear me say that I love you, love you with all my heart.