Snowflake tornado,
fragile crystals swirling round...

Our forever garden, a place where you and I
sit on a bench made of wood, carved with hearts...

Heart
t r u m p s...

Forked tongues speak hate,
spewing venom far and wide...

Maddening sound saturated with fright,
shattering silence of the night...

Death nears
another soul...

"Along came a spider, sat down beside...
Welcome to my web, the spider said...

Merry Christmas to all of you.
During the holiday season...

Tis Christmas morn,
presents all opened except for me...

A proud, brave man, Freedom is his name,
on his knees atop the mountain plateau...

Giving a voice to thoughts and feelings,
writing and speaking words of adoration...

Floating amongst ghostly billowing smoke,
an apparition, lost to eternity...