Silent sun
its song sung...
Blood red lily
You dangle crimson, fair...
Summer evening
I reached the cottage on the mountain...
Bluebells courtesy, sighing at dawn
the clock ticks four, soft morning bliss...
The poppy fields of West India and Burma provided...
Victoria Peak...
Lucero's echoing and the musing for the day and...
For ne'er before has there been a star gazing as...
Take me away,
I wish to hear...
She is the breeze of a tropical
midnight, drenched in rain drops...
The waves reaching out
caressing the lonely sand...
The lady with eight fingers
webs gauze around dangling...
I angled my arms
in a way that meshed...
Sit with me tonight,
let's relish in our surroundings...