We are only bound by our thoughts.
For if there be confinement,
It is born of personal choice.
You and I can settle and become
...
Prismatic colored ribbons arched afar,
Like a scratch on Father Sky's face.
Are you merely a routine refraction,
A common reflection, an ordinary
...
By my hand I caress you.
With these lips I kiss you.
In my heart I hold you.
With these eyes I see
...
Eagles And Roses
We are only bound by our thoughts.
For if there be confinement,
It is born of personal choice.
You and I can settle and become
Robins in flight and budding violets,
Or capture our dreams
And grow to eagles and roses.