I don't believe there's anything for me here
I can't seem to open up and give up this fear...

Days change, months pass, memories fade
Mountains crumble, visions clash, skies tumble...

Dedication to Tristan & Isolde
Pretty eyes, curly hair...

Somewhere in my life
Along the roadway...

Sometimes I wonder
If everything you say is true...

It is the mob mentality that keeps
You from me-this hysterical frenzy...

Swans in the moonlight
Circling the rivulet, so cold...

He Holds Me High (sonnet)
In high esteem, he holds me so dear...

A flash of white wings
Between crescent moon roses...

An empty prism of this cadaver
Lies in the earth and slowly gathers...

I am the forest ancient and full
I am the tree that stands proud and tall...

He beds me down with gentle words
His lips made of the finest honey...