She's as tiny as a
speck of light...

This face of mine -
It's just a piece of paper...

Rain drops are tears
Overflowing with messages...

I'm an old soul writer
with a backyard pen...

Her eyes have become dull,
the whispers buried...

There are certain things in life
that I choose to bury, for they...

Her face wore a blizzard
as the curtain bid adieu...

Listening to rainfall within a silent
evening, I gracefully capture the...

Night born skies
delivered within majestic fantasies...

I'm writing this display
of visual artifacts...

Teasing kids ignite
terrorizing tearful eyes...

I remember the day so clearly,
a broken nose and bruised eyelid...