It's not easy looking into a mirror,
as the wrinkles expose many years...

Beautiful
eyes in misty clouds...

I never spoke of my failure
the way I should have...

Pink
soft wings...

It's a quiet morning,
just a hush behind...

When I shut these eyes of mine, creatively I...
traveling often within clouds, sprinkling tree...

Silhouette
kisses bare shoulders...

I watch as your fingers
tap silently upon those...

Growing limbs of comfort
falling silent within the night...

My dearest Moon,
I was decieved by your beauty...

I shall grow very old,
within a mind shelter...

Eagle's spawn like
a nightingales last...