Within a brisk moment
her eyes fluttered...

The things he does
during the day...

I've written four poems
so far...

Whispers
manipulate...

To hear from her
explodes a thousand stars...

There wasn't enough time
to tell you the titles of...

Dripping in the
essence of silence...

We are one, blessed by mother moon
singing a spiritual, earthly tune...

As far as I can see
the wilderness becomes...

Listen to my voice dear man
through the pages and ink...

Harmonizing winds
transform within pastel clouds...

I whisper thoughts
while my coffee goes cold...