Around the river bend she twirls...
wondering when the trace of dawn...

Time has chased the brightness
of partially lit avenues...

The intensity of the air tarries
upon my liable lips...

You've imprisoned others
with your seas of anger...

My heart remembers with unedifying
grief, how you told me that you always...

Hope
climbing...

If night were a
compulsion...

Remembering with
unfamiliar eyes...

It's as if my heart started spinning
and the beautiful mirrors around me...

I want to stitch back every dream
he was told would never make it...

These words are too hungry
for my soul's peace...

You bore the mark of a crusade
upon your heart...