To have the gift of sight
to witness before me...
Boiling rage
Hidden within...
Your eyelids are the color of winter
morns where aghast clouds blush the faintest...
Rest easy, sigh no more,
when you come to a place you don't know...
I was born a yellow sunflower
with petals which should have grown...
What an eye can see,
the wind provokes...
The Willow and The Maple
I'm not quite sure...
...
In my life I've noticed
There is always more than one path...
Not by these cords are we found
Pick one up while the other is down...
Dear poet
You have been there in time of need...
Dark night
with starry skies...