Outside, there's too much noise
and little room for hope...
Nightingales nuance
morning melodies for those...
Life's complexity
The body shall lose its seely grip...
Within shadows, darkness falls from the moon
star glow flames the magical sky above...
These days cold water trickles at my feet.
Where rivers flowed with willows - envy in their...
Water slapped against banks of the Blue Nile;
something huge caused an unnatural wake...
Our evening walks on haunted trails
Where lies a ghostly mystery...
I love you, still: like waters streaming tranquil
along a shore or a canal, just like that - still...
I'm sitting on my bed tonight,
studiously pressing orange play-dough...
....and, that's where I found you
asleep on the garden swing...
I'm tired of talking, pouring out my soul
forced to defend what's going on inside my brain...
As more voices intruded
poked then prodded...