She sprouted daffodils under the sun,
tiny hands adorned in dirt labeled...

I've searched my soul
beyond the darkest dimensions...

Drawn to the soft sounds
of your voice, swept away...

Pocketed acorns rattle
within clothing hung...

What happens when the swing
breaks from laughter under...

Coffee shops are perfect,
for unexpected events...

Hopeful thoughts kiss a silhouette goodnight,
ending a somber sunset with a lightening bug...

At one am. I saw your eyes,
you speak in silence...

Darkest hour
3 am...

Deep night calling, 'tween branches
of twisted rigor-mortise fingers, laced...

Designed with a flame
of lusting desires...

I'm the shadow kissing your tears
allow my soul to drown dark fears...