Even when we grow up we call still whisper our wishes upon the wind,as a child does in innocence, breathing their wishes at a dandelion.

Unborn child nurtured by a mother’s heart. It’s cadence effortlessly embracing,that each are of this mortal life a part. Through love,lines of infinity tracing.

The miracle of Life's song is in the song of the child, singing in a small clear voice. The very same refrain which resounds throughout the entire world.Though seldom heard, as it is muted by the noise of everyday life. Listen closely, you can hear it. Raise your voice, incline your heart. You will find no greater sorrow than by leaving your verse unsung.

To inspire love within each other, we realize the fulfillment of our own hearts longing.

In the space between a breath and a heartbeat I can feel it, pulling,yearning. Limbs and hearts passionately entwined as the morning’s mist rises cool and weightless,colored by the soft hues of dawn.A glimpse of eyes beneath lowered lashes, a flutter,an exhale;contented. A silent stretching, reaching towards you as the sun’s rays stretch boundlessly at the horizon,warming, illuminating; a softness over life’s hardened edges. I awaken to your love.

Flying high, the memory of you takes me down, but for you I don't mind falling.Your love raised me to such a lofty height, that even as I reach my lowest point, I am still among the clouds.