Softened petals of beating notes, fragrantly adding depth to any poetry I write, while listening to an inner song, especially being sung straight to my soul.

Touching new sounds, hearing new delectable tastes,all wiring themselves into my brain’s neurons andsynapses, allowing telepathic routes to be opened andlistened to.(4/19/13)

Watching all children as they talk and have secret discussions, while parents sit on the outskirts, just watching as all happenings go on right in front of them.Clueless, no insight is apparent, somehow children grow up anyway, seemingly overnight and on their own.Celebrating another year older, looking forward to another year of growing up, but…

Crushing all temptations to fall into disarray.

Touching the inner screens of photography, etching their images into an insight proven to be photographically filled with an energy.Signaling the brain, opening doors into lavender dimensions, kept hidden until now.

Then, again, tears bring a relief of sorts to heart’s and souls.