i loved the way everything tied together in this wings/moon/dreams until the dreams stretching out were wings. you paint a glorious picture of the night and i do so like the so subtle handwritten text- the poetry seems more immediate and personal because of it. Stunning!
another gorgeous one flies out of your factory of poems and spreads its wings to soar quite near the sun :) i hear the silence of a fragile heart listening to the silence of the night in a place of wide open spaces where nothing breathes but the moon and the only words are those of the sigh of the wind against the grasses...that is where moonbeams are caught and woven into dreams that carry one
I am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express .
Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..