Somehow
today wasn't ours...

Another, another
it's always that way...

Thorns grow tall on white roses
as a snake slithers by...

Across the sea
I returned...

The sun kissed a window-
you told me when your eyes...

Soft imprints in the sand
soothing sea mist...

The way you act
Can be likened to a child...

Hiding softly indoors for the snow to settle,
The flurry varying its intensity...

Somedays just feel like
the memory that escaped you...

The thought of those words
betrayed me not...

I recall that day in November
You held a ladder out for me...

Words are deeds passed between
Hands and hair...