Each sleep is filled with sorrow
loss won't go away...
You dance, leading me rhythmically,
in a slow waltz at three/four time...
Tonight, Jesus won't be born.
Trees, ornaments, nativity sets...
On this dark breezy evening,
a distant whisper embraces the...
Going through your clothes
laying them neatly in a pile...
Father,
Time's unraveled in a tangle of what's left...
The mist of my breath disappears
Into the darkness of a November night...
Delicate buds will never bloom
roots too young to stand alone...
Your laughter still lingers
in the air like a springtime...
Springs Lost Beauty...
Surrender of a
soul to indifference...
You know it wasn't my decision to be here,
In fact I never even had a say in the matter...