If I'm blind
give my heart eyes to blink...

You asked me for my words
I silenty surrender my soul...

It's your birthday today
and I cannot find a cause for celebration...

There's something about the air in Fall,
it begets this chill inside...

Are you making passes
while I'm reciting my heart's passages...

This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart...

I find it quite peculiar
the way you blow kisses in my hair...

She cries
fields of daisies...

Dreams
are falling...

I want for love to be wild
and intoxicatingly sweet...

There's this flame
that burns deep inside of thee...

I don't suppose
the white hums of summer...