Every day I pray
for salvation and sanctuary...

(For Dylan Thomas)
Burn the night, seize the day...

It's all the little things you say
and all the little things you do...

The cracks are beginning to show
internalization of...

In yesterday's once was
I was a has been...

A generation of lost children cry
oh, to be a rock, to be a feather...

Tramps the moon shadows,
cloud sifting on silent wind wings...

My dreams have faded
day after day leaving only...

As if
tasting ecstasy and exhilaration...

We are born immortal,
ride our destiny like the wind...

Cloud gray pale shadow
hovering spectral presence...

Sometimes in troubled introspection
in the dark corner of my desperation...