As the moonlight shines, it beckons the night,
Mirroring a cloudless fall of frosty air...

Old scriptures of lust, forgotten and lost,
Buried by time, frozen in frost...

This bracelet. My bracelet. You know, it reminds...

Your wings are my spring,
Nostalgic and warm...

You came into my life one day, so friendly and so...
For that I give you a poem, one that you can read...

I love you Mum,
I don’t always say those words aloud...

No longer will you make me feel like dirt,
No longer will you make me hurt...

I love you…
God, how I long to say the words...

Random thoughts inside my head,
Sleeping now, the tears unshed...

The smell hits me first,
freshly washed cotton...

When all things done are lost and said,
When troubles die and debts are paid...

You ventured where people dared not go,
Was that a whisper, you heard far below...