Gifted
are their words...

Everything about you sings to me;
It doesn't matter what words I think I hear...

Joy isn't going to have meaning
when you sulk at grimy stools...

Everything about this night
is wrong: the heat of autumn...

March 17, 2010...

Raven violin strings
sing with sons of wind...

In the tune of silence
from the world of corrupted...

[Love me.]
It was only an assurance...

I chase his name
upon a railway...

With each movement forward,
a firmer footstep follows...

Charitable acts, like virgin sky lending itself...
are perceived as innocent bases...

Am I pushing you away
with questions...