Winter,
the beast that drives me...

Transient high,
meet me at the skyline...

When her time is up,
stay in Paris writing offers...

When the burning orange in the sky...
I feel an anxiousness creep in from the shadow of...

Discovering new lands,
discovering cures for diseases...

My heart is an open book
lone in a dusty library...

My brow
is creased...

A chill of autumn sweeps in
demanding the world to hush...

Gangling tree tops roof the wood
Intertwining themselves from where we stood...

Fingers mostly on the strength,
she is ripe for a big change...

"Retreat within the mind evisioning
the place where your serenity resides...

Drive the thought in deeper, darling
my eyes'll be that caynon cliff...