Blindfolded I reach
past the mist's stale breath...

He is like a dream
a beautiful soft-spoken harmony...

Crafty covetous canyons
can certainly correspond...

Death
is nothing to be feared...

I'm looking forward to
you. And that's why I...

He said, "I can't make you feel
something else; I can't say you...

I want
to be awake...

I can't seem to settle for familiar,
because I always end up sitting...

I was breathed into the coral reef
of aqueous rocks and morning caves...

I'm having trouble breathing again.
I guess I believed these lungs would fill...

Within the first week of February, 2015:
Eloise M. Harmeyer, 88...

Smiling teardrops shower
on our bare hazel skin...