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...

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...

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

Gifted
are their words...

...............Time
...........brews loud...

He is peaceful with her heart-
believing without exception...

Maybe it's the way you say goodnight....
that leaves me clutching my ribs...