Because books are doors to magic. There is a place that I can go Where I can make the summer snow. I can make the winter bright And make the sunshine in the night. There is a place that I can hide While the bigger boys play out side. There I can be as strong… Read More Book Hoard
Something for you because hope is scarce at times, but it is not lost. Candles ever flicker in the grimly glowing gloom A flame flares then gutters, and another shares its doom. Yet somewhere in the darkness another spark prevails. Reminding all its brothers: The light shall not fail. Though dark grow the hours, and… Read More The Light Shall Not Fail
A silly little thought that I hope brings a smile to your face. I think the fairies wind up time Like grandma winds her thread. They take the sun and wrap it With each moment that has fled. They save it all for later, For when we need it most, Then they sneak in tiny… Read More Gossamer Threads
It stands as a truism that you can never go home. Yet home does not vanish because we cannot go there any longer in the flesh. Whether it changed or we did something remains, even if just an echo. The shadows of home are never so far As the thought in a memory. Out of… Read More Shadows of Home
I think I know where this one goes, or at least which world of mine it belongs to. It was not one I expected to have a prophecy. I hope you enjoy it whichever world it came from. Then wakes the king from slumber Like a babe new-born And challenges the darkness And ushers in… Read More Deep King
