to the summit i soar and my wings are clipped
i fall thrashing and spinning.
inevitable defeat.

Be careful what you wish for
For it could soon be yours
And once you have it in your hand
You may not want it anymore.

In Memory of Lance Paquette || September 5, 1975 - April 1, 1997
My sweet dark eyed boy tell me.
Where are you now?

I heard the songbirds today
As the sun rose steadily over eastern rooftops

When the full moon smiles down on me,
Don’t tell me it’s just a bunch of craters on a lifeless clump of dust.
Let me have the man in the moon.