Capable,
And always there...

Swirls and whorls of paths
my fingers trace along the well...

In depth of night, when shadows beckon souls
to risk their all with tendril wisps of mist...

Sunlight streams through fresh washed glass
and dries the tears of rains gone by...

Golden summer sun that lights the skies
with never ending hues...

Silence fell and all the world stood still
as towers crumbled down...

Lets decorate the house and hold a party.
To celebrate Dad's birthday...

After the storm
has washed away...

Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror...

Sinking in this self made mire
of vaporous dreams...

Falling through the bitter tears
of love's unlovely dream...

Sunlight plays its games
across the waters rippling surface...