My nature's salad
Is sweet Johnny Smith's...

I embrace wisps of frigid cold in winter,
for I am alive...

Consumed within a lost generation
of fear and emptiness, I've reached...

I was raised within an old school,
never made to feel like a fool...

I wore a vacant expression-
Under the stairs...

Joy completes my life
In a union of laughter...

Her eyes belonged to another from afar,
cats eye marble...

These hands deal comfort
as blue eyes fall to sickness...

Midnight called upon her passing
like a dragonflies persistence...

Twenty after first light of dawn
our early departure consists of...

She has become a thunderstorm of light
casting shadows during an owlets cry...

Snow dusting begins
within a tranquil memory...