Kissoon's Loop

Amidst the scent of lilacs, And a euphoric trilling of birds: Beneath a swirling ceiling fan, I fell into another world Only to dream of...

And so I begin again, surer of my footing: my one path is direct through the hearts of the loving.

The languid haze of two maidens has me lounging in the sun's ray. Golden tones have befallen the tiny space in which I lay: two warmt...

So what if I want you in my life (but have no idea who you are) ? So what if I choose my words so carefully-- but have no idea what they ...

After ten months, there was a response; the Void shouted back-- in a muted voice, just barely audible: "Hi". I still love you.  ...

The sound of my own voice used to make my face burn. An outsider's perspective imposed upon my own eyes (the unforgiving camera lens...

Plucked from the sacred soil-- loose underfoot-- whence they came, the stones must surely lose their luster.  Taken to lands far and away, t...