I choose to fall
through misty...

I know so much about you,
And yet so little when compared to all I wish to...

I thought today of long ago
when childhood seemed so near...

Silent joy whispers
through the morning...

The morning sun thrust
his flaming arms...

Babbling brook
Clear as can be...

Before I wake,
After I sleep...

Waves crashing at my fingertips
the sea's endless rage...

They were scattering
Dark, cold roses...

Look at the shapes, the lines, the flowers
See the color, the emotion, the shading...

A glowing blue stream flashes in the sky
A twisting tunnel of wind...

No one listens
No one talks...