An Ode to her juvenilia 

I saw them not, with which her youth is fed but, I could feel all vigorous things purely bred. Thoughts of eminent deeds they were, some of grating discord that slur. Within her, till there came upon her mind an innermost chord once had she twined. To yield to the impetus of her youth, basking [...]

‚ÄčNever stop looking up! The sight above brings peace within…

The remembering begins, out of this new silence I experience, as the grey sky grew darker, digging through myriads of fading memories deeper, crouching broadly and determinedly across my soul, as if putting roots in to the earth. I never knew this simple  gaze at the glistening star-studded valley, could pulse the infinite shades of [...]