Time's been like a tornado
fleeting through my fingers yet...

I look for it between tumbling lines
of fugitive lost memories, amid words...

Her eyes were starry, black night shade,
I became her nightly moon guide...

Some things are beautiful thoughts
but I shall finish it up just right here...

Your heart is torn
in the beautiful mess...

Britts' contest...

.....come to me,
let me protect you against light...

In a bitter eeriness I lonely wander
over sharp thorns, I no longer ponder...

Breathe me a thousand times,
as my presence delights your...

He is that laughter that
never finds a tall tree...

Healer
My betrayed joy; saved...

I'm not little,
and I'm not pride...