A feather
Blows gently in the wind...
Cradle every silver tear
In velvet midnights arms...
Adams car
A mouse in the road...
She likes to linger in the background,
When it's her choice...
Resists herself from the fuel she needs
She seeks an image nobody sees...
The trees are dying
Shedding green tears of...
Crystalline seas of
Violet and green...
Backpedaling through time
This new dimension is no game...
Sorrowed feathers on wilted wings
An angel`s despair for our wronging...
When will the King's aggression cease
To usher in his promised peace...
*I'm really proud of this one. I had to do a...
November 5, 2005...
Today is today
it can't be tomorrow...