I haven't written
about the red van...

Ivy gazing, as starlight guides
encircling beauty of webbed design...

How do I say goodbye to the eyes of beauty?
To touch a person's life...

Feathery elegance intertwines
as her song lays silent, unheard...

diamond's promenade
from a tearful waterfall...

Upon the hills of rocks and stone
beyond moor of meadow dawn...

1976-
Water fills my lungs...

Within a darkness, beyond the sea
my friend and I, dog makes three...

Heart shivered
as jack frost...

I thought
long ago, that rivers...

There are days when words
go bumper to bumper with...

Upon silken grass
blades reaching high as the sun...