Forests weep as blazing branches distort and...
Reaching out as if to tear the rain from cloud...

Warm sunlight bathes the weary soul
who sits beside his worldly goods...

Candy floss kisses ‘neath carnival skies
Galloping horses, wild musical rides...

Kissing the moon is
impossible...

Hand me your heart,
I will hold it fast...

Oceans of pennants ripple wildly down the Mall,
grasped in hands so eager to affirm their truth...

Do not weep when I am gone,
It is not chance but mine own choice...

Slam the steel door and fasten it tight
Make sure it’s sealed to keep out the light...

Cool water laps and gurgles
at shingled base of petrous heap...

Pumpkin scented air
carries promise of candy...

I’ll build a castle in the air
for you and me alone to share...

Innocence of form
belies the cimmerian shades...