Story

The year is 1942 it is fall
The mouth is October driveing
on a back roads is sister
...

I had a vision that I was floating inside of a Iight that have ascended from the dark sky;
I looked...

The blue Volkswagen is alone
Left by his owner on the coble stone street, still up and running...

The story of my life has been a tapestry to love... I shall live whilst learning til’ I rise up above...

The shepherd told his son
the goat run away you must go
find it so the boy goes out looking...

This tale begins five hundred years ago, about quite a famous Count;
Who lived in Transylvania, in...

A story is a good story if when the reader reads the book they are that engrossed in the words they can’t...

Have you heard the tale of Mister Ball ?
He keeps his bedroom in his messy hall
This was...

By the warm log fire he sits,
In his old, loved rocking chair,
Rested from his journeys...

By yon crumbled castle on the banks of the seashore there stands a golden statue that I simply adore.....

Sitting here in escapism mode.
I sift through the melancholy thoughts.
Lingering on some...

Time to pack your bags,
face towards the sky with your head held high,
don't look back or...

Into the depth of the Mirkwood forests.
The ancient and majestic trees so thick no sun can shine...

above
the light
of galaxies

I spread my wings

communing

with angelic...

Remember that time
we watched the sunset
from the old barn?

Where amber waves
...