My thoughts are full
But my pen is empty...

A breath dies
As an eye opens...

I have yet to find this true love
Can you tell me what it is made of...

I color these letters
In fragrances of roses...

The wind blows a melody outside
Whispering through the leafless trees...

A week before Christmas I received a present
From my family near the California Coast...

Time flies out my window
Into the frosted morning...

A snake of lights
Through the darkened woods...

I'm split in two
In two I'm split...

You tore, I broke
We fell...

I can't hold on any longer
My fingers are slipping...

Remembering
when the days of the young...