On mornings like this one,
with the birds silent...

You used to tell me
my words were sweeter...

She sat beneath
her rose ice-cream tree...

It was over a decade ago when I left my childhood
beneath quilts devoid of your once familiar...

Before the dawn, I always wake up to find
last night's dreams sleeping beneath my pillow...

These hands held a candle
beneath you, hoping to rekindle...

Fingerprints kiss ivory,
composing keys only the eyes...

She stole Mona Lisa's smile, painted it
with Monet's sunset and hid it beneath...

I used to find the ocean cradled safely in your...
Perhaps your calm gaze no longer could contain its...

1:47
It is still too dark to be awake...

When I was thirteen, I made a promise to
the western wind, that I'd come back to her...

I miss the winter
and for the first time...