In a distant time when youth was your guide
You were the maiden of the ball...

Can you touch my heart with delicate hands
Massage the broken parts with care...

The news of your eminent demise...
Has taken me back to a happier time...

Take my hand and follow me to my heart
Let the music wash over your mind...

The Magician
My friends call me Tim...

...................................Smiles
..................................Implied...

People say that time heals all wounds
I have heard it a million times before...

She sits idly by, bon bons at the ready
watching the same old crap on T.V...

Clouds loom overhead
shapes of clowns and motor boats...

The day had finally come to say goodbye
No words were left to be said...

Page after page lined the walls
crumpled pieces of a mind gone mad...

Collab with Ann Marie
Awaiting your next words with heart content...