The spirit of angels
grace the heavens...

We've been blessed,
You and I...

Visionary faces of
nightmares sing a...

I graced piano keys at age seven,
faltering to insecurity...

Falling
hearts dangle...

Different but same, you can see
pine cones, acorns falling from trees...

She was born an innocent
with ivory cheeks, button nose...

You tossed my desires
within a hazy green...

Naked silhouettes dance across
wicker chairs and wooden stairs...

Plucked violently,
such as strings...

Intoxicating
trees of authentic design...

My window flashes light-
Illuminating thoughts...