As I rest beneath the chestnut tree,
my mind and soul were totally free...

Her beauty is like a snowflake,
falling softly on the land...

It's amazing how life just fell apart,
those darkened shadows upon my heart...

I do not write poetry
poetry writes me...

God's love is like an Island,
in the life-ocean vast and wide...

I am a poet
Emotions i can create...

My candle burns at both ends
it may not last the night...

Hold fast to dreams
for dreams die...

Are we friends or are we foes
through the human greed the hatred grows...

I go sileantly into the night
I surrender at will and pose no fight...