i'm glad to be alive in a world where his gently awakening eyes nourish the morning sun.
Turquoise Silencethis heart yearns... for the salt of unsmelt air unswept thunderstorms... unknown adventures.
Turquoise Silencebecause some things sometimes aren't ours to hold, but just beautiful to listen to.
Turquoise Silencesome poems froth and foam and rise... out of my morning cup of mist-sweetened coffee.
Turquoise Silence