Upon endless pages the ink has dried
Tear stained paper from where I've cried...

Thoughts collide in memory
Where dreams become reality...

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...

A pillar of bees wax
illuminating my world...

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

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

Intermission
She adores their little game of chase...

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

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...

On a hot summer day
Back in eighty eight...