Green arms rise in praise of old sol.
Egyptians shout Hooo....Ra...

Happy sounds from adjacent rooms,
Reminds me so of home...

Lost
A well worn path toward destruction...

Revolving Doors
Caught in the spin...

Organza
Does anyone know what organza is...

Spoons
Wooden spoons are used to mix...

Memories crocheted of spiders silk,
Until a shawl is made...

She kissed it and made it better.
But the pain was still there...

A cold wind,
Out of the North...

She stood at the edge,
Pondering the deep uncertain darkness...

She smiled at me just yesterday,
Then left me all alone...

They kiss our scrapes and make it better.
They're always there for us...