Could a flower still compete
Without it's pigments of glee...

It's the little things that money can't buy
That the hands of time can't unwind...

<A Sad Farewell To My Poetic Love Universe>
[My Invisible Idols...

From the laying down of the letters
Into affectionate worded lines...

A good painter knows his colors
Knows them inside and out...

It's two individual words
That form a compound...

Words are precious as air
We breath them out...

A million and one stars could never do justice
Nor a forever and a day watereddown rainbow...

A bond among two
That words can't say...

The year has come
And nearly gone...

Twas the night before Christmas
And no stores were alive...

Jesus Christ and the Sun
Are both uplifting starts...