She smiled at me just yesterday,
Then left me all alone...
She stood at the edge,
Pondering the deep uncertain darkness...
A cold wind,
Out of the North...
She kissed it and made it better.
But the pain was still there...
Memories crocheted of spiders silk,
Until a shawl is made...
Spoons
Wooden spoons are used to mix...
Organza
Does anyone know what organza is...
Revolving Doors
Caught in the spin...
Lost
A well worn path toward destruction...
Happy sounds from adjacent rooms,
Reminds me so of home...
Green arms rise in praise of old sol.
Egyptians shout Hooo....Ra...
The Sandman Inn looks at me,
Across the parking lot...