Nature calls to me Ever so eloquently I’m every birds song She speaks to me Beckoning quietly In whispers on the wind It’s time to come home To feel alive once again
Pieces of Me bit by bit these pieces of mecollide f r a g m e n t s of identity d i s s i p a t e Imperceptibly Into The Sky
Silent words echoWithin the heartsHidden chambersUntold storiesYearningTo seekTheir wings.Fly,My dear onesDanceWith the starsReturning homeTo my onceQuiet Heart
What color shall I paint my heartFor all the worldTo see? What is the brush strokeThat would allowThe worldTo trulySeeMe?