Gossamer Lens

Once I dreamed of a future. A beautiful future full of clean and beautiful buildings, streets, and museums. A future where everyone lived...

I don't know what to say. I don't know what to think. With only 45 minutes until my evening class begins, my mind is already jumping...

Peace Flutters An illusion of obtainability Just out of reach Sometimes brushing my finger...

You say My cheeks Are beautiful These ones...

Sinking in misery I curl around her Arm around waist Holding hands...

Shadows move Like misery Through fragrant winds Light shimmers...

Oh joy of joys! Elation that I feel In my bosom burn Why were you...

With my arms I have tried to protect you I told you Of my joys...