In dark of night I squint my eyes,
lonesome tears are recognized...

I broke at a tender age,
when life was honeysuckle...

All I know, believe,
is created in the world...

August comes to mind
lingering in deathly words...

I became a silhouette
as moon kissed night...

Thistles were born
from a purple passion...

Framed pictures
dangle upon the...

I ache with his silence,
feeling...

I suppose
this journey...

I was touched by
sunrise, inspired...

Madness-
Children are singing...

Churches lined in a row
up and down city streets...