Tilt my head left and right,
but it wont alter the images I see...

I toss your roses to the dirt,
and watch as you smile and weep...

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

Subtle eyes of blue
laying in the water lilies...

Avert your eyes from the terror
of another single afternoon...

I dream about the young days
when old hearts were new...

I can't think.
This mask muffles the sounds...

LET IT BE SO:
that the life of one unknown is held more...

Puzzle-pieces in the ground,
kids drawin with the colors of their voices...

The dark side of the moon has never looked...
the trees never seemed taller, or their leaves...

Looking upon past days of Eden, where dainty hopes...
Recalling our last round, when violent thunders...

Sweet lies- my fancy doth swing
and stream; it ebbs and flows...