I travel down the road
I see a fog in the distance...

There was a knock upon the door
The teacher turned around...

Touched
My mind wanders back...

My hand dips at the waters edge
A slight ripple fades to its ledge...

You may have cut yourself
You may have stood on a cliff...

What if this life was
Full of smiles...

A leaf does slip off a tree
And silently falls down...

A bare tree
As spring dawns on its rays...

What would you say
If you could send a message to the world...

Where is the justice?
A poem for Tina...

There was a whisper in heaven
When we met those months ago...

Why is the music better?
My life before...