Bio

Hometown:	longines of suffering
School:	Nature
Employer:	Inside the salon of the stars; a galaxy of yearning

And since you never came, i decided
after all, to give up the waiting
and paint you; the Japanese tree
has responded well to my requests
scalloped maroon leaves arrange themselves
around the green lawn. falling into place,
long limbed dancers emerging from a dark forest.
it is dusk, here
and the seas have calmed themselves
Zeus rides his white horse among
the waves patting down the crests
with his open palm. there are stories
still seeping from the moon, her eyes
outstretched in a way i’ve not seen before.
she seems to curtsey within the gauzy clouds;
a gown of sorts. it could be the tears i am crying for you now. over mountainsides, i have ridden the Mongolian ponies.together we braced sandstorms and murky clouds that
felt more like dark rapids; still we forged. inside my horse pack i held the rescue missions of finding you; smiles, laughter,fantasies of world traveling,
babies, a home, and a forever. it all just came together, the music unwinds across the sky; a lonesome violinist
rosins her bow; the stars
blew out their shine as if Cinderella stubbing her toe; or rather,a lover boards the last bus across the desert. i have unamicably disbanded my watch; my grey dog still believes, and preaches to me with eyes of hope. Angels slip into this oil painting while i am busy mixing colors; they take the form of an orange tiger wandering through the jungle of this painting of you that isn’t really you; just a tree. is awl. i said up unto the Lord, this tree, is a beacon, a whisper, the grandest prayer, song of my heart; this tree, Jesus knows
is everything; i ever wanted to give to you. my hand is open and my heart is thirsty; this night is a navy blue malady dressed in dreamy organza ~