I'm hearing those whispers again
that tap on my musical window...

Last night the eclipse veiled my vision,
shrouding emotions, I hold firm...

Ruffled feathers
and a crows watchful eye...

Heated breath engulfs,
the lips of a titillating...

I faded gently upon a past
when sagely tunes of...

Spiritual fingers,
they called me home...

She spelled out "Help Me"
on a clouded, mist mirror...

If my minds eye could create the
past within an April whisper...

The universe has her plan for us,
She quietly resides in the background...

Simple rain drops
scribble on my...

If I write of the sadness
that imprisons a thirsty...

It helps to listen
as much as it helps to talk...