The morn will come
with its ebbing light...

The crayons lie unused
in a pile confused...

The gentle zephyr of love
Can wisp into your heart...

Because you're you
I know it's true...

A Kiss
A kiss can be benign...

Tempted by fate again
Leads to the indelible pain...

'Night Fears'
I hate the night...

With eyes that are weary but shine
This treasured friend of mine...

Staring into varied pools of drink
What do they think...