The day is ready to be filled with rain
And I was born to be a ray amongst the storm...

The sun does shine when there are no clouds in...
Yet whose to say that the sun does not shine as...

Hey friend, don't let this love of yours
be some kind of rope...

May be, I am this book on my lap?
The one I usually close to nap...

I,
would love to smell...

A deer eats green grass
as winds sway pastures in warning...

A kitten
cracking tears...

All these years, I hid between hays
like a needle awaiting to be found...

Upon my wake, the sun became a light;
too bright, like fire just fueling a stove...

Come, meet me at the door;
there's a small lamp - a chandelier...

I almost missed you!
I knew I should have aimed towards your heart...

Today, I'll write just to write like I often do
with my eyes close and my fingers on the keyboard...