Green as the wondering vision
Of the child's eyes wide...

25 July 2009
9:05am...

Softly,
so the winds but...

They say that home is where the heart is...
I look about my body...

14 July 2017
6:28pm GMT...

Her ankh fits within the night,
Warmed silver a pale mirror...

I look at her picture
Upon my bedroom dresser...

Would it confuse you if I explained
that it’s but a matter of sense that...

Arc soft, follow slow,
Finger trailing over...

I taste the hunger
in her eyes...

With combinéd warmth and fur to aid,
In a thatched stone hut we sleep away...

How blissful the thundering tempest
When in morn's decay at last it be...