He, as untouchable as she, rides the ripples
Of emptiness from their busy lives...
The water is murky and the mirrors are steamed
The clocks striking twelve, but it isn't a dream...
Control. In order to have absolute control.. you...
The air is cold, and bites at my face.
Each step is a fight, and a goal...
Mountains - too high to climb
Tears make a deep river...
The beacon of light shines down from the sky,
Reflecting on water like jewels so bright...
A poem I wrote last year...
I pray that when the clouds cover the sun,
I will be Back to you and it would be all over and...
I Will Always Be There...
The baby now four, the mother eighteen
Up till now it has seemed all a dream...
Is it an angelic face or a flawless soft delicate...
my friend this is not beauty for it is a human...