As more voices intruded
poked then prodded...
10:15 PM -
There's no sweet sixteen or forever twenty-one...
Childhood, like the white lacy foam riding on...
Gleefully surge on to the shore carrying exciting...
Doll wake up from sleep.
Ignorance and confusion about the strange world...
I know the sleepless nights are past and so are...
Now you talk to me like you can earn your own...
Give me the blue of speed
as I race across the fields...
0- The womb.
In the third week vision becomes clear...
I am a forest of tress.
An inspiring lattice...
There are gentle Spring days
when the air hushes...
At fifteen years old,
when I first met a...
The sound of my voice
is an odd thing to hear...
One move to the right
The hands of the old clock ticked...