Oceans of time wash over islands of memories.
Sympathetic sands blow into dunes...

Everyone's happiness... her concern.
Appreciation is the burn...

Others inhale smoke
I only dream of the taste...

Food and drink abound
Pool for all and music too...

Adoring is all
Reality is nothing...

Four beige walls scream at me.
You're not here...

Friday night is mine.
THEY want me to devote it to THEM...

Friday Night Escapes...

Rain gently falling.
Liquid metronome...

Gentle Sleep
Heavy lids flutter and close...

The hair gets grayer.
It can be obscured sometimes...

Of all the years that we could be,
56's the best...