Thoughts collide in memory
Where dreams become reality...

Weeks are just too long
Grip tighter trying to hold on...

Time has found a resting place settled in my skin,
My face is full of age, and 40's round the bend...

A St. Andrews cross that bore thirteen stars
Pride and Heritage, written in memoirs...

A pillar of bees wax
illuminating my world...

The tears flow so easily but it's hard to catch my...
I thought we'd never part unless it was in death...

Warm salty waters rush,
pouring over each limb...

Pink and radiant
her ephemeral beauty...

It was not yet time for the Doctor to make his...
Steady beeps from monitors made the only sounds...

I was standing in the garden
on the outskirts of my home...

Intermission
She adores their little game of chase...

To Parchment From Quill
(Inspired by the poetry of Billy Rob...