Rendering dreams
From mind to paper...

Standing tall against the sun
A tree swaying in the breeze...

Rainbows fade
Or is it that I am fading...

I dreamt a dream of lovers weeping,
Tears of soul slowly seeping...

All I need is this moment
Silent seconds...

Pages floating,
Through the air...

Fornicate sinners
All bearing the mark...

Christmas comes but once a year
I often wonder why...

Touch some tender spot
That has never met existence...

I love the way you slither down
My throat, a smooth dry burn...

A Grandma loves you from the start
No job could bring more pride...

The supple crests
That break her form...