I think this is our last dance
I hope it is magical...
Voices whisper
Deep in my ears...
Why blink, this second's over
End of days is near...
The hammering on my window is caused by the rain.
Why does this storm have to be so thunderous...
The woman sits quietly at the table,
Looking at the girl across in shame...
Do you not understand?
I can't do this on my own...
O dear heart, what is love?
Is it something to see? Feel...
Meet me under the power lines,
In the pewter sky of November...
Heart symbol
Heart is the symbol of love...
When I needed you
You turned away...
** I wrote this poem for my friend Jeremy when his...
When you lose someone you love...
An opaque room silent
no hidden voice to be heard...