Time turns her face from mine as I grow.
Friends fall away leaving cold gifts of woe...
I lace up my chucks and I throw on a scarf,
Who knew these cuts would leave more than just...
The violin strings, the poet's ink
Deep inside the winter of discontent...
The owl came last night
it’s never been before...
Broken, empty, bruised and battered
Gone away has all that mattered...
I am spending the night with you;
watching as you draw...
Such a beautiful night
The still quiet void...
Smoldering words fall from vacant lips
Each syllable curling around my heart...
" And my life ends, ends my pride and glory
In the drafts I am not, not a line nor a...
Last Spring
Pink satin ribbons...
You carved our names in paper -
And...
You were a song written within the shadows
Brought to life daily, with your sweet libretto...