Her life was not a poem But the nails that hold a house to… Her young years are shrouded in my… There are no old faded photographs Of a young beautiful face,

Great, lonely snag, Overturned, roots exposed, Licked clean by salt water Of endless tides. Naked branches Reaching from shore sands

On dark, repetitious evenings Of winter’s slow, tiring pace, When labors of the day are done And dinner from the table cleared I long for an escape,

The world is tumbling... A child’s plaything Down a bottomless stairwell. Broken pieces In all directions fall

Mesmerized By the eternal dance Of orange flames, The fire I built In the night

Close your heavy eyelids Rest your weary soul With a gentle kiss upon the brow I send you in this lonely boat Across dark waters

I gaze into your eyes, And realize That this is where stars go hiding… The moment Celestial Zeus announces a brand…

Mad stars conspiring, Laced her voice with notes Of sunrise and rain wispers. ‘t was his fortune’s calamity To get caught in the nets of it,

Shut the door behind a tired day. Let the last sun rays flee Behind horizon lines. Weary soul plunging into Welcome arms of night.

How thin a page, Its substance weightless, Yet, gathered in scores They weigh a book. How quick a day,

Tell me what you know of Love. Is she a mirthful girl of ten In a flowery skirt, With eyes of sky blue bright? Her sun bleached hair

So this is why the rain has floode… The sky knew I wouldn’t have enou… So it cried for me. It wept for me, Muting

Fellow traveler, Don’t play hide-n-seek with the U… It will outsmart you. With our feet bound by gravity We won’t reach wisdom of stars.

A tigress roars. In a trap. A whirlwind fury Of orange fire and black storm Back and forth

Insistent, yet gentle and knowing, Fingers of Spring Break open the stale shell, Long overdue to blossom. Insistent,