You were the high tide.
You were the undertow too...
The conversation was so natural we both forgot we...
Writing love poems at midnight is not where you...
“I’ve been watching too much Mayor of...
but what I meant was I’ve been thinking way too...
Want to keep silent,
just to live, but seeing faults...
The sun begins to bow
As the candlelight vigil begins...
somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...
Days are the time lines that sew the fates of...
As the sun sets on the edge of this painted...
Lovely plants,
Little forms...
How truly foolish must I be
To struggle so efficiently...