There are songs for the damaged,
women flock like birds to sing...

These three pixies
are my magical flowers...

I sniffed a scent of new
on the tip of a frozen...

Father kissed a hushing
rainfall, the night I silenced...

You left me standing alone
allowing me to vanish...

I wrote a song upon a tree
that whispered in the night...

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

Grazing like a horse within a meadow....
Taking in a breath of silence as I...

My pen
screams nightmares...

I knew from that first moment
when my eyes looked into yours...

Deep thought consumes me
during an August sunset...

I flew across midnight, as the blue moon cried,
no soul insight but my own, walking on stars...