
Man is free
Man is free at the moment he wishes to be. – Voltaire When people are so sad and focused on the dark, negatives of their life I wish they could

Man is free at the moment he wishes to be. – Voltaire When people are so sad and focused on the dark, negatives of their life I wish they could

I walk alone,for who can champion,the champion,Who can care forthe caretakerWho can holdThe Mother?

The card ended “I wanted to give you feelings of happiness…” There was a simple gift that was to go with this, that was not delivered. What I really wanted

And so it was all the same as it had always been. Nothing had changed, yet it was different. Her heart was an empty cup, devoid of the smallest drop

I am to him, like a moth to a flame. I fly heedless of the danger to his brilliance, again and again. My wings flutter faster and faster frantic with

Not Love! How dare you. Don’t say the word. You cannot hope. You mustn’t try. It is not now! It is not Love. So little time. Too much to feel.

Before we met, my heart belonged with you Before I was born, my heart belonged to you As a smiling toddler with baby curls, my heart beat in time with

“We are the boat we are the sea I sail in you you sail in me…” “…so with our hopes we set the sails and we face the winds once

There was a little girl who was floating on a flying carpet. Although she could see many different people she could never seem to get the carpet to slow down

A soft reverent kiss lips touch and then part. Tenderness. Hands stroke smooth skin sweet embrace. Shelter. Lost in the blending reunion. Familiarity. Lovers gentle touch, sigh. Déjà vu. Across