Her silhouette blankets the hillside
Her long legs clean outta sight...
Lying in my bedroom, restful and calm,
Listening to the rain that falls...
The breeze dances through the leaves,
the Maple begins to sway with ease...
I visited our home for the first time in five...
if you can still call it that...
The Sun Shine
The wind blows...
I am the winterman
no part of this desolation is worse...
The pain physical.
I carve it in my mind, to...
You open me up
like an envelope without...
Hold your saliva.
The kissing syndrome...
Oh dear Sun, where are you?
I miss the bright light you are bringing...
The beauty of being
nothing, like the nystagmus...
Festival of?
earthen lamps...