Paper Collages

Catch of the Day

The water keeps what we cant name
It lifts and breaks then turns to song
We reach for what we think we claim
Then learn we only pass along

Bird Watching

The hours slip like feathered things
We hold them close but still they go
If time could open up its wings
Would we let it fly or hold on slow

The Early Bird Gets the Bird

First wings wake before the sun
They move where morning still is blurred
The ones who rise with hunger burn
Are fed by what they chase and learn

Fairy Queen

She walks in light the dawn has spun
With quiet grace and steady flame
The night grows soft before the sun
And every hush repeats her name

Fortune Telling

Old patterns break to shape the new
The gears of time turn bright and free
With every spark of what we do
We build the world we choose to see

Hail to the King

Above the sky he reigns with pride
A steady fire no storm can bind
He holds the dark and turns the tide
With strength of heart and sovereign mind

Pandora

She lifts the lid and midnight spills
Old sorrows wing into the air
The world is cut by sudden chills
Yet one small hope stays waiting there

Shadow Puppet

A hidden hand behind the light
Moves quiet shapes across the wall
What looks like fear in borrowed night
May be the truest face of all

The Right of the King

He stands where old decrees are made
With iron breath and steady gaze
No borrowed hand no fearful blade
Can steal the right his spirit claims

Wisdom

She holds the hush before all names
Where time dissolves and stillness sees
What fades returns in altered flames
And roots itself in endless peace

Astral Plane

Some journeys start beyond the ground
Where instinct is the only guide
The wild ones travel without sound
Through worlds the waking never find

Butterfly Chorus

She stood before the crowd alone
With nothing but a borrowed grace
The room went quiet as a stone
And something wild took her place

Cosmic Devotion

I kneel where dark and wonder meet
And hold one flame against the night
A quiet prayer in open hands
That leads my heart toward faithful light

Fly Me to Venus

Soft blush of dawn upon my skin
I drift where lilac starlight grew
A golden laugh that lives within
Forever young in rose and dew

Gilded Eclipse

A hush of gold on folded night
A hidden pulse beneath the seam
The dark gives way to tender light
And turns the shadow into dream

Piercing the Divide

A single light cuts through the seam
Where shadow split the day from night
It threads the fracture like a dream
And births an age no dark can blight

Eternal Ride

The stars that shine beneath our feet
We chase the dawn through dust and fire
Each turn of fate becomes a beat
That lifts the soul a little higher

Growing Up

I shed old rooms I used to wear
And step beyond what once felt true
I learn to dance with open air
As something new begins in you

Heirloom

In our blood old rivers run
They drift through dusk and rise in sun
A quiet grace we cannot lose
We pass their wisdom as we choose

Homeschool

In woven hush he finds his place
Where feathered wisdom leans in near
He learns by stillness breath and grace
And leaves with wonder bright and clear

Kindred Spirits

Two souls that met before this day
A language shared in every part
They move through life in mirrored way
And keep the same bright song at heart

Only Human

We wear our feathers like a face
And borrow hands from root and wing
Skyborn hearts take on our grace
As one wild breath through everything

Tele Vision

Screens glow loud in borrowed light
A thousand voices crowd the room
But one clear pulse cuts through the night
And pulls the living from the gloom

Walk With Pride

I carry color like a flame
Through every gaze that tries to bind
No shrinking down no borrowed name
I walk in truth and rise aligned

Ashes of Memory

Behind the veil of smoke and flame
The places that we loved grow still
What burns away will lose its name
But memories that never will

Hospitality

At dusk they pour the sweetest wine
With open hands and laughing eyes
They gift small pleasures rich and kind
Till every care dissolves and dies

House of Home

Within these walls the hours slow
A kettle hums the evening near
The smallest rooms begin to glow
When love decides to settle here

The Orchard of Memory

Old branches bend with names we knew
Their fruit is sweet with what has passed
We gather light in morning dew
And taste the years that always last

Loss and Laurels

Her pain is posed beneath the light
She holds what childhood left behind
They frame her sorrow in plain sight
And praise the ruin they designed

Sandcastle

We build small kingdoms by the tide
With laughing hands and sunlit time
The waves run through what dreams designed
Yet still we shape the shore to shine

Symbiosis

Two forms entwine in breath and bone
Each feeding what the other needs
No life is ever grown alone
We rise as one through tangled leaves

The Birth of Death

Birth wears the face of ending night
A tender death of what has been
From shattered dark and sleepless light
A fiercer life begins within

Daylight Savings

We chase an hour we cannot keep
And call it ours before it goes
Time bends its hands then slips away
Like light that leaves but still it glows

Embers of Ego

I watched my old name turn to ash
The mirror cracked but set me free
What burned away was never mine
Just smoke that stood so dark between

Hand of God

A warm embrace beneath the air
A tender light we cannot name
It gathers every scattered prayer
And keeps us whole through wind and rain

Head of Hearts

A thousand voices in one chest
A crown of feeling worn with grace
Through all the ache we still are blessed
To find one pulse in every face

Hell or High Water

Through fractured tides and iron weather
We steer by pulse through dark and doubt
No storm can tear our hearts from tether
We rise as one and ride it out

Holy Water

A drop of grace on tired skin
A silver hush through bone and breath
What once was heavy caves within
And leaves the heart untouched by death

Mortal Morsels

Ancient gods arrive to feast
On mortal sweetness warm and bright
They sip our longing without cease
Then vanish at the edge of light

Overthinking

A storm of fire runs through the mind
It sparks then spreads through every room
I chase one thought and leave ten behind
While midnight thoughts begin to bloom

Quitus

At last the noise releases me
The restless wheel forgets to spin
What had to end now sets me free
And silence lets the next life in

Redundancy

I stacked my hopes in just one place
One fragile weave to hold them through
The basket broke without a trace
Now I spread trust in wider view

Smoke Out

Smoke claws up from scorched remains
It burns the throat and floods the room
What was denied now breaks its chains
And forces truth through ash and fume