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

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

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

The good
Lord does not grant...

You never realize the value of life
until a certain moment in time...

An immigrant pen
found a home in his...

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

Stiff fingers unfold
from winter’s embrace...

Closed eyes...sealed mouths
numbed by a pregnant moon...

Days are hectic eaten by hours
we forget "us," aim words...

Silence stretches more
then the touch of friendship...

A tree cut down is a
a child chopped...