Yesterday is gone and so is she,
leaving apparitions in the air...

When I was younger
I thought I could fly...

Like waves swelling to a crest,
my love for you is heaven unbound...

PROVERB VIII
There are...

The trees along the river's edge
look like wading women...

Trace your graceful neck
creamy swell of your breast...

Awake in the night
reaching out for you...

Martyrs of existentialism
seeking our own lost causes...

He is haunted,
they whisper behind my back...

The kitten and the child
playing, romping, running wild...

In the sanctuary of night
the world is a little closer...

Black bone trees shiver
emptiness blows on the wind...