Ten twenty pm-
laid my pen to rest...

I must be a feline
with an edgy grin...

The brightness of your lights
Interrupted...

Your my Inspiration-
for within those soft...

Different but same, you can see
pine cones, acorns falling from trees...

Skipping diagonally,
between cracks...

I see a natural me
within mirrors of three...

The look of defeat upon my daughter's face
was enough to make my inner slumbering...

Underneath these eyelids of mine
Are tears held in captivity...

My heart is crushed, talking in riddles
to a strange woman on the other end...

When you gaze beyond....
where sunsets dance with stardust...

Shades of mint devour
a senseless soul...