I am winking at the witch
howling at the moon...

I write to pass time
An emotional release...

Am I losing it?
I hussle bussle...

On his death bed he reaches out
the ones he loves are there...

I miss you each day
I grow sadder with each passing day...

Sweet, kind, caring, loving to all
Caretaker and best friend...

What do you do when
your superhero turns old and gray...

I am so angry
and I don't know why...

I have an obsession
since you first touched me...

With out you I am lost
blowing in the wind with no direction...

An angel I have spied
came to me one stormy night...

You think you have a friend,
Someone you can trust...