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

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...

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

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

The wheels on the school bus
just stopped going round...

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

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

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

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

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

Surrounded by noise
I sit in peaceful contemplation...