Love's Made on Many Levels

Whispers War

I hear him.
Taut breath
rattles air.

Gasping, his
grave baritone gone,
walls shiver.

Emptiness a ruse,
for the promise
of peace eludes.

All hours
whispers list
like troubled seas
in the ear.

A Scale

True Spirit

Exile On Park Ln

Distant

Shepherd Cries

Love, Husbandry

Love