Twilight skies twist aging star trails
Over hidden treetops long forgotten...

This is for the poets
who helped me through the times...

Thoughts going through my head,
Walking up steps that never end...

She was a painter,
But not of words or artistry...

Over the years,
I was the silent observer...

Crack goes the gavel,
The audience alert...

Cryptic legs of wonderment,
Hastily weaving silken art...

Little child tell me,
What's your favorite color...

Hearing it.
I know I am...

Earthen-scaled liquid rock,
Wasting away moments on the clock...

Reflected passion
Off a dull concrete wall...

Lucid explanations spin a web of doubt
Within the confines on my reason...