Emptiness fills my heart. I am without completion, void of the loving embrace, void of the gentle kiss. The passion, the pleasure, that can on come from one who is true. Where should I look?  Does my mate exist? Or, is it all a dream? A fantasy? An endless quest? One who is strong, one…


Screaming to shine trapped in darkness, unwilling to leave the past behind, unable to nurture the flowers waiting to bloom, shackled by regret and gloom, unaware that joy surrounds, blinded by despair and duty bound!