Rain drops from above
Gently quench a dry meadow...

In this valley of shadows
death has a taste...

All those days you spent
Looking through that window...

Walking my dog at dusk
basking together in our solitudes...

All the roses in my garden
are slowly wilting before me...

Ripe apples falling
Upon auburn crunchy leaves...

Bored of earth limits
The boat took off from water...

Let’s fly out this door
Into the bright air...

I’d like to sail the ocean
but i’m sealed...

This empty atrium
has a high ceiling...

Snowflakes landing
Over the mud littered path...

An old rocking chair
Creaking on the sunlit porch...