Dreamers dare to dream of skalds and knights,
Wielding blades and lutes through the vast unknown.
I dream. I dream ceaselessly;
lost in dreams I am,
Ensnared by the unattainable gaze
Of my lover who sits in wait beneath the wisteria.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
