When writing at night
my mind is clear...

Darkness and me, we are a team
then there is this hippie waiting to be born...

You may not like us
it's obvious that you don't...

A flower
sitting on the side of the road...

People have walked in and out of my life
only a few remain in my heart...

I remember children running through the house
cats hiding under the couch...

Growing up
we still had four seasons...

I am walking along the beach
cold foam is hitting my feet...

Getting along
sounds like a dream...

She reminds me of once being a child
times were way different then...

The times when you saw me smile
the moments of sharing hugs...

So many times
i have wondered...