I often dream about a former time
When life was not as cruel as today...

I'll wait for you, a promise made
Although your love begins to fade...

That's the way we started
Passengers on a train...

Love's like a pencil
the writing is not always...

sometimes a sinker
creates tension that’s needed...

watching my shadow
almost anticipating...

She wrote in the sand
A message along the shore...

I came across your painting that's not as yet...
And I was drawn to the detail that you'd show...

Like a river when it falls
There is no pain to feel...

Centre in mirror
the fogging of reflection...

Pens her only tool
She writes the deepest letter...

Stopping for a rest
often has nothing to do...