The first glance is breath-taking,
while noticing the softness of each petal...

Each time the moon rises,
I drift off into the night...

As I ponder through late hours of the night,
silence rings deeper into my ears...

Just a little bit strict
Always trying to be creative...

Often times I am thinking,
dazed while searching my mind...

I can't get it out of my head,
the thought of you being dead...

Several tears
tears secretly cried...

The inability to share fears,
leading to discomfort and space...

As the golden sky emerges from the broad horizon,
another glorious morning awaits us...

It was mid day,
When I went home for lunch...

With adventures come consequences,
yet knowing the inevitable changes nothing...

My river flows wide and deep,
full of pain, tears, and sorrow...