My heads down
Looking at my feet...

Waves spilling over the sands
Endlessly...

*I dedicate this poem to Dimples, my friend's...
It will do no good...

*I know the title is Irish, but the poem is in...
Mornie alantie...

let your radiance shine
from your beautiful soul...

My human soul
loves you the most...

This. This is fear.
Running...

Feelings don't die...
Feelings fade...

Their Faces, All Maps
On a mountain I sit of gold insight...

Bleeding dark into the night
Anger has ceased to be quiet...

The despairing moon was stagnated
somewhere over the carved mountains...

Soft fire crisping our feet
Midnight rain tastes so sweet...