Micah Park Biffle

 What Do you Desire My Darling?  What do you want my darling? I have said my words many times. You know of my heart as I do of my own tongue. What do you wish? Are you wishing for finer things? For blankets of silk and jewels of red? For I have given you those, but your eyes show of more. Do you wish of extravagance I have yet to give? For sunsets in Brazil or sunrises in Italy? Do you wish for a view of high heights? Where mountains kiss the sky and clouds hug the masts of the earth.  Tell me, so I may not be a foolish wandering of your desires. So that I may not gather the wrong things and you grow bored. Say your words, so that I do not miss that which you hold dear and are eager to feel. What are your desires my dear? Do you wish for the ocean to be our streets? Letting the waves be our guides and the winds be our lights? Do you wish to kiss beneath the Aurora? Where our souls fly and our minds will believe. Open your heart, let me be your king and...

We Used To Laugh and Be We used to have an imagination. We would string thoughts of great expansion from one moment to the next. Weaving webs of adventure to be hung between each day. Picking them at just right the moment, when they are the ripest and our hearts were the purist. Finding smiles in each step, even in the gloom of winters hold. Even the rain was welcoming in the design of thought. Never did we doubt our hearts, if pirates were the thought of the day so be it. Or an adventure to seek out the deadliest enemy and vanquish him, we did it. We once lived, acted upon our thoughts to the fullest. Conquering lands beyond our eyes and creating with our hands. Whether our designs worked or not, we moved on, like beasts through a tundra. Seeking the next place to create. We were once outstretched with branches of hope, of thought, and laughter. Branching out to the highest clouds, breaking through from the densest soils that earth can bear. Never letting anything slow us ...