Like a tree,watching its last leaf throw caution to the windand break loose from the only branch that it's ever knownto fall to the next stage of its existence,I have watched you blossom,only to stand by while you leap,without looking to see where you will land.Does the leaf miss the tree?Does it remember the blush the first time it was kissed by the wind?Does the leaf remember the way the tree protected it when the storm...

Crunching my way through the woods,I am surrounded by crisp silence...And then, close by, a sound...a whispered sob.When I find you, you are on the ground, shaking.When I move toward you, your fear and your exhaustion are at war.Your exhaustion wins out and you surrender to my hands.I hold you as if you were as delicate as you are,careful not to make any sudden movements.You are wounded...your wing was broken.It was a gru...

This is a delicate matter,the consummation of forbidden love.Regrettably, I have exhausted all of my impulsesin my previous lives,and now see only consequences,and once seen, they can not be ignored.It is the line in the sand that the tidewill never wash away.Oh, to be soulless,To see only the paint and not the canvas,To hear only the music and not the words.But that is to be untrue to myself,and the bard warned me about...