Grief overtakes
My heart rests in unrest...

Blank paper and a pen
Words scribbled within the space...

He looks at her, earnestly,
Wanting to be near her, but...

I admit, I change faces
And I do it all the time...

Fifteen-hour difference
From where I am, twelve...

A little girl threads her way
To create a beautiful garland...

Dashing soldier, an entrance he had made
But his leaving was marked with the blade...

I have to say I had a restless night
For my hands are eager to write still...

Was surprised by a monkey, jumping to its feet
Grabbed my hand, “Me Lady, let’s dance to the...

Dashing indeed was the soldier in blues
And bold was the Duchess to entice for a dance...

I hear the strides of the industrious ants
As they pucker at the leftover of the cake...

Pardon the insolence, hence the bow
For thy mouth to go gooey is part of the show...