With death soaked eyes
and sleepless nights...

Orphaned tears
are never understood...

In each one of us there is some sadness
which the heart shelters keeping nights awake...

Time will not remember the beauty
of a single rose given without love...

The good
Lord does not grant...

An immigrant pen
found a home in his...

After years of traveling together
witnessing and battling...

You both keep me on my toes
make me throw away caution...

Of all the ones you could have had
you chose me randomly out of a hat...

Silence stretches more
then the touch of friendship...

Grieving steam from the bathtub flies
Under its mask none sees, none tries...

I'm an early bird
who decided to hit the hay...