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silent dolmens cryptic brows carved into volcanic rock stern faces staring with seeming solemnity ticking down the days, the tides that flic..

my mind is on pause my heart beating at half speed each pulse waiting listening for your echo drawing out the silence wi..

entwined in whispers beautiful both in wishes and want thinking words and dreaming voices tracing starlight twixt the glob..

cherish the broken ones for they have lived while the whole ones the safe ones the kiss with your eyes open and never dance in the..

i know what lonely is it is candles not lit and wishes not made it is truths made obvious by light of day your true importance..

what is the shelf life of a love? does it fall somewhere between the missing toothpaste cap and the day the mystery of what comprises your b..

our souls are entwined as fingers playing the children's game here is the church - here the steeple... such simple words belying the dee..

life is the deepest mystery there are places only one's mind can explore those whys and wherefores hidden truths and exposed lies one can..

i hold dreams in my soul dreams i know belong only to you even though they seem like they'd be so distant now and jumbled by the passa..

day by day i write the sigils that form our world my ink-stained fingers gripping the quill i use to delineate land from sea italy..