A one-man band
has sketched poetry through his music...
Pre-dawn heading to the airport
the hidden sun casts a yellow haze...
Once upon a time,
a tired tree looked at the sky...
How can I fill a cup already full
How can I enter a heart already owned...
You will always be
my one true love...
Dusky and shadowy flowers
thrive in the twilight of shuttered lakes...
Your tired eyes still glow.
They remind me of dandelions...
My heart prickles in pain
remembering how lonely...
The tree was old,
gnarled, and twisted...