Gentle breathing,
Heart proceeding...

Chaotic flow of liquid streaming
Down fleshed hills of rose; Never-ending...

Happily we dance,
that in the cool autumn breeze...

Broken glass shattered
on the rising sun...

The silent sleeping,
a soul still weeping...

Somber throats choke on virulent words,
Heavy as dust that flutters as fog...

Little flower turn your eye,
For the sun mustn't see you cry...

Her smiles and her laughter
Bring about the memories of a yesterday...

Vines exploring,
My eyes adoring...

Sitting on the ceiling,
I am thinking; Or am I feeling...

This is for the poets
who helped me through the times...

Thoughts going through my head,
Walking up steps that never end...