He's my young man my eldest boy
born with a tender heart of joy...

Softly
as the world sleeps...

There is a visitor who comes to each home
his unwelcome appearance is not a healthy sign...

The
night is...

Memories, fixed upon the wall bloom
Obstinate pain...twirls like a tornado...

Missing from my sight
the only one who can see through...

Under a pile of grief,
anger sits without a voice...

The delicate morning yawns
awakening the world with her beam...

Lashing tongues
and unforgettable stings...

A mighty tree how she stands so tall and proud
her limbs stretch out almost caressing the clouds...

Distance pushes apart
each one end...

Natures' concert brings all things alive
as she hums a soft tune of gentle breeze...