I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

When we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls.

I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.