If you're lost,
show me the colors you like...

Standing lo, a beast of crazed proportion
withers into the fog of a winter's nightmare...

Though I'm looking at you, I don't see you.
I'm a bit distracted by the crickets in my head...

Hours, to minutes, to moments...
The sun rises; the sun retires...

I'll never sigh for a love that never was,
or weep for the way things ought to be...

Walking across the sky,
I like how you generously dip...

I was made to cast afire,
to strike the match once...

Colored streams of lightning
bolt from the sides of the canvas...

In the midst of misfortune,
of my saddest predicament...

Her hair falls about her face magically,
like the soft-spoken Spring, gliding from the...

Uncommon inspiration falters and falls through our...
Like a star fallen from the sky and swept by the...

The morning was merely majestic,
as every other before it...