Because it is lost in time and space…


Imagination draws on life,
all we desire, all we relate to,
feel, want, and need.
Even in nothing,
everything can be true.
That, is a writers joy,
and a readers pleasure.


Times Truce

Though I’ve spoke in the twilight with Luna
Screamed in the desert at Christ
Dreamt in the ocean by Proteus’ side
Slept next to clouds upon Zeus
I am, still, defined, by this divide

I’ve Held heavens horizon by Yahweh’s truce
To drink from Pirene as Pegasus stands
Gaurding my vice as Gaia tames land.
With icharus carried the dragons egg
I am, still, in temptation, by my right hand.