What was once a dream
Two lovers together...

All is dark, but for the glimmer of moonlight...
His face, illuminated by that moonbeam, appears...

Fire, spewing from the depths of hell,
oozing from the portal of the Earth's crust...

It is dark and quiet.
The stillness of the late autumn night is...

There he sits, in his wheelchair,
hunched over...

H...holding hands and feeling him stroke my
palm with his fingers...

My love for him is overflowing,
It is pure and whole in every sense...

My twelve year old son,
Oh what have you done...

Is it too late to call?
Are you already asleep...

All is quiet, but for the constant ticking
of the clock on my wall...

Lying in bed, my head on the pillow,
Gazing at you ...Such deep brown eyes...gazing...

Have you ever been in love that you feel like you...
Like your heart was shooting stars...