Theres no longer the gentle touch
of your hand...

What can I get you sir ?
The waitress asked the man...

Dear Daddy,
I`m only seven years old...

You whispered my name to the wind
and I could hear...

The sky was gray
as the tempest grew near...

Where are you ?
I know your out there somewhere...

Words on the pages flow
But still the realness hides behind abstract...

Building a castle of words around her heart
Every stone in place with thought and care...

The chains that bind our freedom
Like cold steel, in its vise-like grip...

Tonight my thoughts
Will turn to you...

In the shelter where I worked
he followed me room to room...

Her heart like a pirates cove
hiding treasures of emeralds...