Wings of gossamer
caress blushing rose petals...

My brother had a milk run
at the age of eight...

To friends we miss, lets take the piss
and pretend that we do care...

The house is beginning
to echo now...

And...
when you cry for me...

...and
When you suffer a hill...

The fire has died
to embers now...

Anna
Wontons? Not now...

As bodies decompose
I ponder...

A robin redbreast
perched on the watering can...

Day fades to hues of dusky pinks
over mountains where shadows deep...

My Beautiful Lady,
I sleep perchance to dream once more...