Like many, my life is a journey A flow of ups and downs Highs and lows that sculpt my mind and soul I weather rain storms and soak in warmth when I

Why does the moonlight look so beautiful in those pretty brown eyes And why the world seem to stop whenever you sigh Why does it make me weak when I think

I live here creatively in a place that I call The Dream Citadel A place where I weave worlds of sound Build cities of words and windows of images Pictures, video and

We make poetry as a way of making love A precious gift unleashed Pure, primal and free From the heart and mind you may never find A more beautiful blending of thought, vision,

Sometimes the hardest thing about love is the the things that you can't say The things that words can not express or when words just get in the way When miles,