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...
A thief stole the room's
atmosphere the day I heard...
Black skies are
my solitude...
She existed only in the imagination,
Of the one hundred thousand dead...
I hear laughter
and it makes me cringe...
Music pulls tightly at my soul
follows me out as I stroll...