The white sheet upon a shape,
limitless in mystery...
World
Choking...
Expressions traverse through each
fleeing thought penetrating from me...
I rise,
'til stilts beneath my feet...
Love -
shall never grow...
Catch the Wind
Lend me your...
Sky ribbons do not document my sorrow,
nor do they execute the careful planning...
All the twirling twisted edges
of nature are gathered...
A point
is chiseled out...
Black blood-
written words from my heart...
Soft snowflakes capture my delight,
upon my face they feel so light...
Quite frankly, my dear
the air never really sat well...