Night fades
revealing a frosty dawn...

Crystal voices are
yours Cindy, hear their...

'Do you remember...

Swirling down the drain,
those dreams go again...

Zambia is home for the harem
Each day they eat grass, they...

The Icon, Sir Terrance fades to pips...
his fans send their man a final kiss...

I knew addiction
the day I struggled to log...

Gathering kindling
for a big blazing bonfire...

On a bright blue canvas angelic feathers blaze,
backlit from a crisp November sun...

Eager excitement
as I receive a letter...

Shooting
Stars burn their tears...

Smoke
Blinded...