I was touched by
sunrise, inspired...

I have an obsession with poetry
a domination that seeps through...

In the depths of winter,
I miss you the most...

Lost and alone
upon a twig...

Crying buds
whisper to a mum...

I stop and listen often,
to crinkling leaves of grace...

Feeling the intensity of your flame
becomes an organic obsession...

It's painful to be a lighthouse,
alone in the sea of raging waters...

Blissful whispers sing
upon a crisp, soft, vesper...

Raindrops are crystal tears
cleansing a heartache...

There is a crack above
where light silences the whispering...

Galloping horses
went to ride...