The gusting gales rush the white-topped waves
and into jagged cliffs they charge...

Shadows wrap our world in dread
grasping, clutching souls to tread...

Drift to sleep beneath the willow weeping.
--slumber under mother's tree...

The violent vacuum of space
inhales God's breath...

I was a sophomore
sitting in science class...

Crackles, burning opaque blue
waving in an erratic waltz...

The swish and crunch
of ice under skates...