Potent poetry may possibly be
tokens of treasure used to pay fees...

The sun slowly though assuredly rises when the...
There is one thought only of its separated shine...

Just simply waiting; wasting time with wordplay.
Woes in me wading; pacing in a repetitive way...

Her eyes are deadlights in disguise.
Mine faint to a far off distance inside pure...

I am an inhabitant beneath a blanket.
It is the securest tent...

Due up on deck
but no bat to hit with...

Circumstances for your stance to stay still: there...
You wrote of your woe: a heart not filled as it...

May I write you a song?
About you as an angel righting my wrongs...

Excuse my intrusion into your portrait.
I admired from afar, but to see is just a portion...

Send me a message where ever you are.
A sure fire sign to find you are here from afar...