I can still feel the chalk dust
as it clogs my nose and infiltrates...

With winters silent shroud the forest waits
for formless foggy breath to evanesce...

Such a small thing, a ring
A thing that could so easily be lost...

Today is monochromatic
and shrouded in mist I am...

Grey skies and gathering clouds
dampen the brightest of spirits...

Unspoken is the creed between a woman and the...
That keeps most intimate and deep those matters...

In want I feel the thrill of blood
drip down my length...

Sunrise shining 'cross the oceans swell
lights upon the shingles...

Thy ruby richness beckons me
within the crystal waiting there...

Yearning for the artists hand
they lie fallow and incomplete...

Isn’t it strange
how time can twist and change...

Surrounded by noise
I sit in peaceful contemplation...