Whispers amongst the Clouds

The breath of dreams dances lightly upon the folds of the heavens.

Oh sweet azure, how you cradle whispers of desire, echoes of our yesterdays.

Embrace... embrace... the tender touch of morning mist, weaving tales forgotten, fleeting, embrace, embrace, embrace...

Veils of light entwine with silver strands, painting the clouds in hues of passion.

Letters to the Wind

Scribble my longing upon every ripple that the zephyrs caress.

Sing softly, sweet cherubs, until all stars align and dreams awaken. Dance, oh timeless dance, for to love anew is to breathe again.

Echoes float, whispers fade, but the cloud-dream lingers...

Notes upon the Solstice, half remembered & half dreamt, spun by twilight’s eye.