Speak
Speak to me, soul...
You are braver than I
You get up there...
Flicker of a candle fails to meet the wildfire's...
Drip-drop of a faucet ever envies the flash...
Innocent come on me
for my father lifted me...
I dedicate this poem, this poem goes out to my...
Reaching for the stars never coming down...
what is it with the waking hour?
words scampering to reach my page...
Today I start my life anew. I have the strength in...
I have the power to be me...
A weary Soul seeking the River of Peace
I heard that it flows in the East, from an ancient...
Sounds repeated
empty of meaning...
I had been anxious for hours,
a heartbeat not aware of the future...
Your clouds touched my subconscious,
but you won't set in me. I am the horizon...
Beliefs and hopes
know not reality...