often, days go by
like food on the bird’s feeder...

You are too young and too much of an amateur
to be looking for clues where there are none...

a date was set
the Day went out...

I search for the sunrise in these waves of life;
in these still waters...

If I were to fall in your arms
hold me tight, alright...

This darn fear that through the years
has been tearing my heart apart...

I won’t break.
I’m not a stick...

To fall asleep in the bed of your arms,
with your chest pillowing my dreams...

one night
it dawn on me...

Let’s start again
by writing a poem a day...

Have skies been pouring cold upon my soul?
They rain and rain, with winds not weak nor strong...

My heart beats less and less for you.
It feels as if it'll soon stop...