To my dearest friend,
My loyal closest companion...

Falling; breaking
neglecting hope...

Quiet rumbles in the African Fields
bare feet pounding into the dirt...

You can count me out,
I am not another face in the crowd...

That early September morning,
He boarded the plane with his brief case...

I’m driving along,
This busy road...

My whole life I known you,
All the moments we hold...

Shining Desires
Outside...

Ogres have layers,
And onions do to...

Friends till the end,
That’s what we always said...

The mirror on the wall,
Shows the inner beauty of you...

The angel searched high and low,
No others were around...