Sweet summer substance,
the warmth of her rays...

Please listen
Cold and barren is this land...

Where snowflakes fall and fluid flows chilled,
across the ocean's path where the air stands...

But a stone's throw from home
Withers the shell of an elderly man...

Fall, did you part the sea?
Tread the sand the way you'd speak to me...

Beneath the sun lay blackened crows,
the only shade in sight...

I feel I'm growing older
as my dark hair starts to grey...

Dedicated to my dear friend Sandra, who has fallen...

It seems we’re staring at the same wall.
A blank sheet with all the ink in the world and...

In the dark, things grow so old.
With no warmth to be felt...