Each day reigns supreme,  possessing the blackness  left by what has been.  An unshakable energy moves  in the morning hours  that...

Upon these waning mountaintops I felt the loss of you for the first time. Every notion staggers below with dull, opulent eyes flowing...

In the opening measures I catch your eyes that seldom meet my gaze. They lie as gentle weather turns, darkening its layers. Melodies tell...

The night sky bore a deep internal blue, magnified by nothing except long-standing street lights that made the impression of stars,...