Your eyes tell of stories left untold
Your heart tells of the scars you hold...
This rain falls on more than just my head. It
creeps and trickles...
Songs throwing me into memories
The night I danced & spun giddily upon the beach...
The look of defeat upon my daughter's face
was enough to make my inner slumbering...
I smell Columbian coffee beans; brewing
as nightfall made love to shadow demons...
From a distance you can see the light
Shining above her head so bright...
She is an unplayed instrument:
a concubine at the west wing...
12/02/2017
My eyes searched for something bright...
.
Shall I compare thee to a page of old...
So much to say to you
yet I can't...
Hands
tremble...
This is a sometime thing
and it aches to count the letters...