“Like a flower, that hides from the sun and discovers it still grows and blooms, I am learning that I too, can survive the dark, without you.”

Morning mist like a blanket to dawn, obscures the hope of a new day. Yet the sunrises high, and the blanket falls and hope returns to the stage.

Take me from this wasteland, for I have longed for an escape like a bird that craves the wilderness, from every corner of his cage.

Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.

Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.

A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.

Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.

I will always have a little bit of the wild in me. Always remembering what a good heart tastes like. Like love, that never ends. Like you.

Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.

We choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.

Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.

I’ve been that children, learning to walk. Somedays I’ve fallen, and some days I’ve crawled. But the steps, they grew. And so did my strength. And then I let go of your hand.

You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.

The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.

She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.

Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.

Maybe all these tears are leading me somewhere. Because when the sun meets rain, something beautiful emerges. And perhaps I am a rainbow in the making.

Wild one, be still and listen your soul will whisper to you even in the darkest of moments.

That was her magic – she could still see the sunset even on those darkest days.

In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.

I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to know that I will be here forever loving you in dusk.

A few vices are sufficient to darken many virtues.

There will always a glimmer in those who have been through the dark.

I wish to be as brave as the moon; because even by the darkness, she always finds a way to shine.

Just before darkness comes and light fades, those rare moments where magic is made.