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On the days I wonder if the chimes were your breath through the strings the last vibration of your call to me Through the windchime Had you cal..

To weather her gales Forsee the maelstrom Lend ear to swirls Of silent claxon Gaze upon the mundane Reckon Taste the words she speaks Do not de..

Her quill lies in its felt-lined snapcase Parchment lie adjacent to the inkwells The blotter is free of spills or overstrokes Her parlor rug is unt..

If you're not careful I'll end up loving your nightmares Be safe not to show Take care to keep them outside For my perusal I delve in darkness T..

I've awakened with the moon in daylights grip Tasted the soul of the man who picked the beans of my mug of joy I've sought the darkness and surv..

My silver is not mined. It is neither sought, nor traded. My silver is in skies and simple smiles. My silver gleams within restless clouds And lur..

Ashes always tell a tale tell a truth That which has burned never may lie to the fire certainly never cry again That which burns is insistent u..

Inspired by the URL of my friend Relic.

To say she only owns the sea Says but she only owns that part of me To say she commands the winds Says but she only owns that part of me To say sh..

She always leaves the moonlight on She knows the depths of darkness I traverse I know that light I know it's for me She always leaves the petal..