Red hues engulfing brilliant petals
Ornamented by crystal drops of rain...

Tension rise from my pounding heart
as the candle flickered in the darkness...

Opulent jewels of the vast blue seas
Cold water currents swimming underneath...

Melting away illusions of the sky
Overlooking valley's gaping jaw...

Perfect rapture descends to the seas
Entering the gaping mouths of ocean's breath...

Pressed golden leaves and rouge colored buds
Inside my little diary...

Letter to Sir Gregory
Have all but love; have none but love...

At last, be known, the spell lies here
The ground of a thousand shattered dreams...

Fresh-picked lilies hang on top--
Of linens pale as winter snow...

A Canary perched on broken mirrors,
Are but reminders of rotting hearts...