As I get older, these eyes grow cold
to tearful pastimes and lost stories told...

I like the taste of strong,
black coffee...

Marigold flowers
adorn...

To know me, is solitude within simplicity-
Captivated by a single star...

I knew him from a distance
when cupid's early snowfall fell...

I used to admire
women draped in black...

She lurks along corridors,
mimics shadows of fire...

Laughter rang out, upon a misty, midnight moon
white falcon racing, upon pavement etched in gold...

Churches lined in a row
up and down city streets...

Haven't written in a while-
I bend in corners...

Within a dark cave,
buried deep in my soul...

I never realized how cold I had become.
For years, walking paths of compassion...