Shall the haze of winter
bring to stillness...
Tornado flying in the sky
Computers with 'all seeing eye...
Whether working with wood
or repairing machines...
My brow
is creased...
Aroma of warm autumn
O' hurry down to me...
I wish I could find the reasons why
these storms of silence...
You've picked me up from the ground
brought me joy...
Down. Down. Down. Down the rabbit hole,
I go, downward, deeper, and it's dwindling...
"My Lord"
hath taken thee...
She opened the door,
slicing the morning...
Poetry
By writing you...
She was lying in bed, half sick,
feeling, just feeling the song...