Her voice is like venom, death to hearing
a deafness still, calms a spirited soul...

Two moons ago,
the sun began to rise...

You have been my fortress
forever my love, my fallen moon...

Shimmering under a sky pitted destiny,
they swirled around tunes, like a damsel...

As I search through, all that remains
a violence flows within my veins...

There is a place that has been
written about before, many poems...

My coffee cup withholds
tears of years, moistened...

He will always be her Billy-
With her eyes...

Every sigh the Moon makes
is another moment I have fallen...

I've plucked petals
in midst of tragedy...

Full of sorrow-
Gingerly, I yearn...

I was bloomed
from a womb...