The stillness of his calming
waterfall eyes, dew dropped...

When a soul is caged,
trapped in bars, etched...

Scattered crayons
radiate feelings of wishing...

Amber shades are mere reflections
of a time long ago, hidden twixt...

Friday passes in double shades,
as my eyes weaken from the...

Why do I write?
A question often asked...

Late September
eleven souls fly...

We have consumed,
mulled over trivial thoughts...

I become passionate
within a paper storm...

Beautiful
eyes in misty clouds...

A multitude of fragmented words
filter in a cesspool of ink...

I wrestled with darkness,
under a grieving moon...