Quite disturbing,
the wrinkles on skin. We drink...
He left us a recording
with a voice that made us cry...
Annie would
Never be forgotten...
Daniel danced like Fred Astaire, sweeping
Ella, his breathless bride, up into his arms...
Somehow
in the silence...
Thursday grabs me
by the chin...
As grief rained down, dark clouds did rise,
where petals fell, from ashen skies...
If you make room for me,
I'll live...
Death is not an option
it's a promise...
....as moon awaits, to greet your soul
you’ll cross a bridge where lies no troll...
Wherein the haven, dwells my stillborn child?
The crib could not illumine gilt enough...
Homecoming isn’t
the same anymore...