It's that time of year
when veins of a leaf...

I get lost in yesterday
as if my toes clinch to soil...

Its another day
when the lower lip quivers...

I've grown accustomed
to nothing but a smile...

Icy jars contain
feathery whispers within...

Getting a call from my Daughter's Oncologist-
My heart stopped beating...

Standing upon a hazy afternoon
full of sunshine in these eyes of mine...

I've lost a speck of me
down in the darkness...

Elegantly dancing
under a moon that...

To the people who cast demons-
May your words travel...

Behind the nightmares that linger in my glass
like a loose fitting camisole...

The bells keep chiming
within a brain that only focuses...