Pen to Paper,Again
Rain in the mind...

If I ever Had the Words
Be Kind to me Now...

Prisms, Colour and Form
Mentality, Avoiding the Norm...

Trapped On a Concious Level Nightmare
Awkward, Strange Surreal Forms...

Shiver
Rejoice on Icy Nights...

The Wind Whispers your Name
On Wind-swept Angels Wings...

In my father's eyes I see the dreams
In my father's eyes I hear muffled screams...

Missing the Eyes of an Angel
Wishing As Pure As I might be...

In a moments Memory
Sliding,Gliding onTremoring thoughts...

In Eyes Smiling
And All Aglow...