Band on table, glistening offers hope,
eyes cannot register any promise...

An echo of innocence (Paradelle)
The wide eyes of a child...

Winds move me, gales stripping my branches bare
feel vulnerable, in crisp midnight air...

He took off his head,
like an old stench ridden...

Temptation stirs locked away doubt
Eruptions then tempt my resting glare...

Falling during dreaming
kick-starts the butterflies...

Those early memories of happiness
the hugs, the encouragement...

Born
screaming leg kicking...

Proud that I'm a tree
taking root quite literally...

As I sleep among the stars
(of this unfurnished mind...

As more voices intruded
poked then prodded...

It is here
that I stand reaching...