When troubled, I visit a sacred place.
Where an affable welcome, graces the air...

hearts
are broken...

And so the sands of time
the fettle and fandangle...

Standing in your shoes
looked at life through your eyes...

Once upon a time maybe...
There lived a snow white queen...

As grief rained down, dark clouds did rise,
where petals fell, from ashen skies...

My wounds grow deeper,
laying beneath this...

trays-
piled up with...

A seductive aroma
fills the air...

Once again we make preparations for
an atypical situation...

My dreams dwell, in a conceptual state.
Sharp images seduce, my resting mind...

elevated above-
my eyes south-facing...