What we have...
is the tenderness of a snowflake...

Memories
Mock each day and night...

As silent wind sleeps
war drums beat from a distance...

Missing from my sight
the only one who can see through...

A
month of...

Sweet little moon baby
at long last...

Maiden of the night a breath taking splendor
Outshines million of stars that blanket the sky...

How was it...
Across the vast seas...

Memories, fixed upon the wall bloom
Obstinate pain...twirls like a tornado...

Mother is what she has always been to me
Over the years showing and teaching many a thing...

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

I wonder each day
how to express...