Familiar fires smoulder throughout
my mind...
The man who lives
between my penned lines...
I wonder each day
how to express...
Bread
freshly baked...
When writing a poem, I was told:
"Do not repeat the same words."...
Dust particles rain like confetti
onto the covers of neglected books...
Snow is the stack of cards,
maybe aces who are looking...
You've ripped apart my trusting heart
then thrown it to the wind...
It's no mystery loving a man
who behaves like the moon...
* Treading My Pride.
The heart of a dreamer beats out of time...
I find my self lost, undefined
through your subtle sadness...
Dear Jesus,
I am writing to let you know how happy I am to be...