I pondered thoughts of collaboration
with a hush, hush spirit...

She tip toed
in elegance...

I feel disconnected
from a world locked...

Yule logs, burning flame
spirits of winter solstice...

I am the stranger walking alone,
leaning to the right with packages...

Tousled hair of a desert
wind, lingers as the pages...

The cloud is blackened,
night; a pitch fork sting...

Mental anguish
suffocates my...

Such a soul as mine
was shaped beyond...

You completed the sentence
that I longed to finally hear...

When a soul is caged,
trapped in bars, etched...

Igor is dashing
eager to find a mate...