I continued writing long after
your eyelashes fluttered into...

I traveled cross wisps of green
meadows so high, tips of brows...

The things he does
during the day...

Lady
had...

Is this a day that will go down
as a dark cloud...

She has a smile that radiates
beauty, with eyes that magnify...

I was locked away for so long
that when I pen the deepest of thoughts...

It wasn't the shades of
pale aura that invited me...

Soft quiet breeze
flows through out...

Deep thought consumes me
during an August sunset...

Soberly I stand, draped with a cloak of gladiolas...
I feed and graze upon emotions that engulf...

"My Lord"
hath taken thee...