Secrets fall like rain showers
dangling under weeping willows...

Upon an early dawning
they bounce above the sky...

Crops grow within my soul
as tears nurture growth...

Juices flow crossed my chin
as thoughts tangle with...

Tonight I'm left dangling by a thread.
These past few weeks have taken its toll...

My pen is filled with so many tears,
the paper is beginning to look like...

Within a dark cave,
buried deep in my soul...

I've watched her for years now,
struggling to fly with broken wings...

Paint chips fall gracefully
like a freshly, fallen snow...

When I look at a person
the eyes speak to me...

There is a crack above
where light silences the whispering...

I blew smoke rings...