“Around your finger, your beautifu… Your empty one that makes my spiri… Your poetic movements of swanlike… Of melodic heavenly moonlight over… Your beautiful finger, your orches…

The third day rising from the tomb… The ascension from an empty room, A life anew from a life expired, Rising in the sky, a sky bound fli… An image on a sunlit Easter morni…

The boss, the vigilant one, The one who converts Minutes into seconds, Who is adept at calculus, Who see the whole picture,

Lonely Violin My love, my woman, my angelic song Your whole body holds a Gentle sweetness destined for me Your subtle waist a sculptor’s dre…

The tightening of the straps, the dam that impedes the flowing of the river that runs to places unknown, the numbing of the passion,

Hands so soft and woven into silk with sweet succulence and mother’s… and quiet rivulets in the still of… as the zephyrs roam and the breeze… and hands as powerful as the rolli…

The chameleon sun alive as the pas… running through the sky as the sup… a good-will mission of pride and e… in a yellow chiffon dress of allur… headed west where the end of day g…

That Magic Wand There it goes again in its thrilli… Turning the ordinary into the extr… With its rallying sounds that ratt… Pointing its spears at my tedious…

Supplications Like arid gardens but Tears so drenching Of sorrow so imprinted in the soul Of desperation speaking

When power begins its Annual weakening And shadows grow longer, The rays begin to sag. The sun grows weary

Thank God for his will that he planted in our beings. It is the source of all motivation. When our soul seems to us to be empty, it is abounding with words to be found, music to be su...

Out there in the wilds where civilization is yet to be, where the paths are not yet paths, where the trees grow and