At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

If it wasn’t for all those silver wings spread out to help you on your journey, you would’a been dead or someplace screamin’ in a nut house a long time ago.

The whole purpose of the construction of The Bridge of Silver Wings was to provide a path leading to The River of Winged Dreams, or to serve as a resting place until the river’s deeper...

Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

Rainer Maria Rilke greeted and wrestled with the angels of his Duino Elegies in the solitude of a castle surrounded by white cliffs tall trees and the sea. I greeted most of mine in the...

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.