Her yellow crown
Trumpet shaped...
Best seat in my room
It helps with the blues...
What is a poem
Other than words...
On a waterfront cliff
That overlooks the bay...
All built up
For all to see...
Shame on you
For breaking my heart...
From the minute im born
I earn my flames...
Her white hair
Falling out...
Shore to shore
Her coastline on guard...
Love is like
A padlock...
If i could see behind your silver
Your prism of refracted colors...
On a windless driven day
When all whispers are down...