Finally,
the clouds have begun their retreat...

Where the suns gleam doth but graze
the subtle crest of the broken waves...

Sometimes I lay awake at night
with not a single sheep in sight...

For one more minute,
one second, of your embrace...

When you place those words upon a sheet
of paper and you hear the beat...

The torn picture stared up at me, smiling.
In the bathroom I threw some water on my face...

Inside this shell
I shake, I stir...

They have been following me for some time now,
and by 'they' I mean them of course...

In the shadow it stood perched on a wall,
atop the barren courtyard...

A blind man sat with not a care
upon a beaten broken chair...

He handed out the poetry assignment and against my...
I read across the top the page "These are the...

As we walked over to the bar
I could feel everyone's eyes following us...