Always searching for a
Better way to express my...

Unwanted visions collect thoughts -
I file them away...

There is a crack above
where light silences the whispering...

Words are falling stars
dangling from a spider webbed scarf...

Feeling the intensity of your flame
becomes an organic obsession...

A Rustic old windmill
stood firmly planted...

The words spoken
are like a quivering...

It's painful to be a lighthouse,
alone in the sea of raging waters...

Crying buds
whisper to a mum...

In the depths of winter,
I miss you the most...

Lost and alone
upon a twig...

Poetry remains
embedded within my thoughts...