Ravens drift to sunshine
like a taboo superstition upon...
Her eyes are
stained glass windows...
I have never stopped thinking about any of you nor
Will I ever stop, when you grow...
Who is this guy, hiding in me,
who is so drowned in himself...
Do you really know
the person behind the suit...
N eed to go as fast
A S 200 miles an hour then...
I woke up one night...
i am but first –
a soft yearning for something warmer...
Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...
I know
just how to push...
I Want to write about you
And the way I feel when you are near by...
We as writers wedge an ink pen
deep within our hearts...