My fingers slide through the window blinds,
my eyes peer into the waking dawn...

Whisper wishes on a butterfly wing
Let thy mother remain with me...

A love not for anybody in general, but something...

Where fly my lonely wanderings,
Not to the sky I know for sure...

A single change, a single mind
Brings forth a newfound storm...

Tender wisps of morning fog
seeping past old fallen logs...

*not intended to offend anybody*
While you sit calmly at your chair...

I wake to strange dreams,
a distant voice...

*A mother who was killed for helping her children...

Tongue lashing, eyes piercing
Face slapping words of shame...

Where lies a soldier's home?
The land where freedom grow...

Like a dove flown from it's cage
I write my words to you on page...