The golden brilliance in the sky,
graces us with it's presence, smiling...

A golden halo of radiance
In their variegated gowns...

Snow falls from the heavens;
Tundra of desolation lies before me...

These wounds won' be shown,
The bruises won't make themselves known...

I do not think I can fathom the amount
Of words that would form a poem...

You are the only reason
For turning this car right around...

I'm like a planet on a corkscrew gravitational...
Drifting from one lonesome soul to the next...

(My attempt at an Epoch poem. To be told in...
I kept my eyes on that empty trail...

I discovered it in leaps and bounds,
My paws scoured the earth in anonymous speed...

Floating above the white pasty clouds
Awaiting my earth crashing fall...

Through the broken carnage,
of torn bodies, and destroyed cars...

The first thing I noticed about you,
Minus those russet eyes of yours...