I will perhaps...dream of Plains
where eagle's wing cleaves high thermals...

In my mind I see
drifting in life's purged recollections...

In a far dark desert Roses bloom
carved from a brittle sand...

If you had known where this road would lead
Would you have stepped beyond your door...

Swift (Haiku)
Spearing down the wind...

I awoke this day
following restless slumbers...

Creation's whims dance
and fall as they may...

Dark and shadowed
hang wisps of dust in the gloom...

An Angel weeps
beneath a wall of clay...

A precious joining
A spark conceived...

Someone took a snort last week
felt the lift inside...

Lady of the Fallen Army
Hark you to the Herald's call...