To sleep-
that would be a welcome thought...

Voice:
calls to me through the speakers...

Take my hand-
draw me in...

Ask yourself why
bring it upon you leg...

Father, you are my tester
The hands that hold my strings...

Smile, that’s all she has to say
When we cheer in freezing rain...

I can’t write like this...
Left every line blank...

He called her is rose
a bud she was- rather...

You always say that life moves on
The sun will be up at dawn...

Has she told you?
Her eyes don’t lie...

His ashes scattered in the wind.
The wind, caresses thy skin...

Snow drifts, around the bank,
Ice caped ridges, frozen lake...