Sometime this month, I will be contributing some form of artwork in regards to the Endangered Forests of the world. Please watch the video

Can we build new paths,

That weave between the old trees,

Offering us shade.

Where is the shade from your branches to offer me relief from the heat?

I walk through your darkened and silenced forest,

More often then I should,

Only to see your past shadows hiding behind the trunks of wise old trees,

.We use to jump and play in those fall leaves,

Mesmorized and intoxicated by each other and our surroundings,

Now the only light that penetrates those woods of yours,

Is the oil lamp that I hold between tired hands,

As I weave in and out of worn out paths that you continue to stroll along.

Next month is forests here at the artisans market place…

Just a reminder…

Have a great long weekend…

Whisper to me like you did those years ago,

When your whispers blew through me like a pleasant breeze,

Touch my skin like the raindrops that fall upon my flesh,

Leaving moisture that remains and glistens,

Bring back those passions that bubbled over,

Like lava spitting from a volcano,

Remind me of the heat we had that burned like the sun,

So I can covet you the remainder of my days.

One of the closest connections I have had to nature was loving you. It just came so naturally.

It’s in my nature,

I will always covet you,

And make you all mine.

N eeded

A ttraction

T orrid

U nique

R aptured

E xotic

He was the lightening that flashed in my sky,

And the thunder that rumbled in my spirit,

He was the flowers that bloomed in my garden,

And the soil that I rooted myself in,

But he was also the rain that fell from my eyes.

He was the fire that burned my skin by only thinking about his touch,

He was the water I drank when I thirsted for desires and fantasy,

He was intoxicating to breathe in like the air that keeps us alive,

And was the soil that I buried myself in completely.

He was my water,

That I drank with passions thirst,

Hydrating desires.