In the dim light I sat
Lukewarm coffee before me...

Why
are you...

At the end of the night
Watching silently for the new days start...

The sky was gray
as the tempest grew near...

You whispered my name to the wind
and I could hear...

Her majesty beckons
Fog lingers and softens her brilliance...

The heat of the summer, gone without a word
The fall is here in crimson and gold...

Body language, speaking silently
But loudly to the one who observes...

Humbled
Humbled by its strength I cry...

In his mind, the special kind
Voices call his name at times...

In answer to Edgar Allen Poes Anabel Lee
My love sweet Edgar, seeks only thee...

Fantasies light up the night
Sleeping conscience wrong or right...