He held my hand
and spoke kind words...

I lay in the land
of nature and beauty...

The man with wings
flew down to us...

She used to be beautiful ad kind,
Now she is nothing in my eyes...

Fall into the mystic,
where things aren't as they seem...

The thought of a quick death,
And a needle in my hand...

I still have your notes,
Held close to my heart the words...

I feel the fire burn out,
The one in my eyes...

I am the poet.
The writer of emotions...

The river flows,
Through sweet Jordan...

The Star,
Why do you call to me...

Hot black coffee
Cold white tea...