With perfect vision
One can still miss the target...
In chaos flourishes light, or at least that's what...
I waited for ages for my hope to grace my life and...
I once asked myself would things have been...
Would my parents live different lives. Would it...
Sometimes we look far too deep
Or choosing paths that are too steep...
Sidle by me night,
And let the day come...
The river flows,
flows like a tear...
I was clearing up my garden
As last night there was a storm...
Oceans of pennants ripple wildly down the Mall,
grasped in hands so eager to affirm their truth...
When looking at the puzzle
Of the jigsaw that I solved...
The thread
A poem a day, a painting in three...
My darkest days gives pain
A simple yet dying days...
Faceless spectres stand in silent accusation
as cloying darkness compresses light into void...