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

Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.

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

Authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer.

I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath

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