Dripping in the
essence of silence...
She held a child's face
within her precious hand...
I look out of my window...
with anemic eyes everything below and above me...
The news hit me
when the first snow...
He lost his
Shelia, upon a crisp...
They creeped and crawled,
caressing the cracked earth...
She Went Home Today
We watched you growing tired...
Eyes closed in peace
on the dot at half four...
I saw him walking across the beach
Entering the sea and swimming in the waves...
The girl and her veil
lowered slowly to rest...
At gate of heaven, there I stand
with deeds engraved upon my hand...
She expected me to never forget her,
I realize I never will...