Ocean

Written 6-15-12 Ocean Eastern wind a sailing din crash against the shore the ships tumble as waves rumble tirelessly evermore

Unseelie

Written 6-15-12 Unseelie "If you can't think or even see what tragedy, taken in stride mixed with motes and soiled song to whose rules to we abide? After the court is tirelessly felled all others purged from lore if could one ponder such thoughts, they'd exist for eons more."

True Love

I've always wondered what that feeling would be like. The feeling, maybe like breath catching in my throat or perhaps like the comfort I feel while looking at a contently curled cat, could be triggered by anything. A glance might do it; the brush of my fingertips against warm fabric may be the right amount to cause the click. It could be that the brush of nervous, trembling lips that sends the message. Regardless, I will forever hold within my heart the desire to know what true love feels like.