Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,