My bare feet have traveled around
seven suns and fourteen moons...

When clouds smother
a mere thought from...

A Mother knows-
This worry...

Her eyes belonged to another from afar,
cats eye marble...

Echos from a choir of nuns
can be heard from a convent down...

Elegantly landing among an emerald shaded leaf,
painted aura wings shall electrify a sunlit...

Body paint, dripping
canvas exposes risque...

I sipped champagne amidst a turquoise ocean
Crystal clear ecstasy quenched a bone dry whisper...

A Rustic old windmill
stood firmly planted...

Late at night, after twilight's final courtsy
the heart can sink, like a weighted anchor...

Pickering is our label given
As if our surnames mark our...

Skeletal dancers,
prancing in catacombs...