Angel hair pasta
vinaigrette dreams...

Locked Manacles
Residue of lies fill my lungs...

Dense sinister fog engulfs
a darkened hallway...

She walks in silence of guilt.
Dressed in a habit of sadness...

Sunset at Ennerdale
Sky painted by the master seems to swallow...

Ripples in a stream
created by the subtle...

Mountains rose high in a sky turning
purple with splashes of lilac and gold...

A day in my life
I open my eyes to a sky of blue...

Leaves danced around my feet
to the music of winter winds...

Come go with me
Just beyond the horizon...

I watched her walk through
dew pearled roses, wind softly...

Promises are just trinkets of deception ,
cleverly crafted with no hidden exceptions...