The scent of the air after it rains gives me the most poignant feelings. I have never experienced the like in all my years. It takes me to another time. Another place. I’m waiting for you under the eaves of tall dark-green trees. There are lone cottage houses standing in thick white mists. You approach … More Walk With Me.
The window is open and the wind is cold, As I lay in my bed feigning sleep, I feel old The hollowness in my bones speak of stories untold There will be few memories that my bosom today will hold I perceive this from the lack of enthusiasm with which I greet the day. All … More A Dark Soul, An Old Soul