Come to me,in that long stride and sway of your walkwhich incites anticipation.Your eyes though reach me first –Oh, the intensity of your gaze.Such concentration of powerand compassion within those pearly eyes,I cannot help but be stunned and awed.Come...

“You not from ‘round’ here, are you?”         Sam turned to find a brown-haired mousy little girl peering over his shoulder.  “How would you know that?”         “I ain’t seen ya before.  That means you...

A flock of sailing fiddlers flyDown flowing fountain in the skySeven-fold they fair my eyeAs life so faintly passes bySeven-fold the fearless fliersFinger through the fiery breeze,Symphonic plumage ever whiterFeathered phantom melodiesFlying, flying, never dyingTo each, the cool breeze...