Collab with Ann Marie
The invitation was sent, no need to reply...

It comes to be an awful shock
always being the last to know...

What if....
there were only a few hours...

Touching the distant white sands
painted on a canvas, watercolors blend...

The doctor came in as we huddled together
the news swift and numbing of mind...

The Magician
My friends call me Tim...

Love pours
into a shallow pool...

Alone She Cried
5/29/04...

Words conveyed with tear drenched eyes
hearing true meaning without sound...

Collab with Ann Marie
Awaiting your next words with heart content...

Her hair drapes across her eyes
Accentuated by sky light azure...

Friends ask the question, sometimes twice
with a shrug I give the standard reply...