I read pretty words from lovers cross the globe-
pen etchings with ink pen tear stains...

I can write in a closet, while skeletons snicker
sing in a shower, as body soap recites all fears...

Inside the eye of a lonely wanderer
is a mother he loved so dear...

When I shut these eyes of mine, creatively I...
traveling often within clouds, sprinkling tree...

I become the dark of night
as the abyss swallows my vision...

Emerald leaves shimmer
beneath golden rays of light...

There is a small tin can
diagonally placed from my vision...

Drawing pictures in a puddle of tears
Raw emotions, laced from a cold fingertip...

Mustang Sally Is a runner
causing Wilson Pickett...

Opaque crystals adorn a falling rainbow
spiraling, as gravity Ignores a sunshine's plea...

Majestic dark raven hear my call
Left craven, violated at the wall...

There Is a cave In my mind, well kept and hidden
a secretive hide away where I retreat to often...