Strange how comforting is the
Darkness...

The grains slip through
my fingers and I...

[An ode to the Goddodin as inspired by the Welsh...
Well, my friend, the time has come...

[Another old poem dusted off for, hopefully, your...
Oh darkly distant proximity...

I drift wearily in soft flame,
Spectres flitting on the walls...

You resemble nothing
more than a...

Wash winter waves,
Bathe my aged aching flesh...

Te sé en el cielo constelado,
Y los ojos de Dios...

What an elegant quilt
My trusting has made...

Take these gems of libation,
Taste the pain of life...

Softly,
so the winds but...

In darkening corridors of a once light mind
The demons of loneliness wreak painful havoc...