So dark in the park Land shark swimming down the line, So fine Jump off the ledge, out of time In Winter, no roses are blooming
Like a crystal hanging on glass, You remain every color that shines… Dancing and twinkling, Burning by the fire, while all the… Gives a sigh...
Morning light coming through the d… as if fire was in the air all arou… tickling keys with mind’s stages s… I cannot reach yet to describe, bu… A bird is speaking outside a windo…
The pen is bleeding, the blind prophet is receiving royal word that the constellations must have meaning, and that within these stars gleaming there may lie a cosmic dream fleeting, esc...
It sure is Winter, With the fog thick and deep, The keyhole freezes over, And everything is still, as if asl… By frost covered window,
Through the nights, One voice takes its toll, It shatters the mosaic wonder, While the one with questions is to… Asunder,
Liquid colors abound and astound lining a wall from ceiling to grou… Descriptions of Egyptian purples… Dreams of Etruscan urns and potte… within cages of potion sprays loc…
In the golden sunlight, by the eme… In the softness of the fresh grass… I traced my tired fingers across h… Had I, in my younger days thought… Held her closer in the shade of pe…
On the night of the fire, My eyes swallowing night sky, Skin upon wetted grasses of emeral… In silence so perfect, In silence so perfect,
Fantastical colors dance through m… Perhaps they will until the end of… Poetry is for the watchers with no… To express what they cannot see, h… Poetry is for the tree that wither…
Yellow bird, Flies across the sky, Yellow bird, Dies in the ground, Yellow bird,
Light bore vision with precision a… I saw your beauty so bright, so ri… The street was full: faceless dogs… Yet we stood, rainbow-engaged and… And in the dawn, the past was fore…
Before me, a field is Open, More roots than can be counted, The songs they sing, bring life in… Essence or non-essence? Struggle or strife?
Green fields and vast valleys, Pockets of white and sand on a bea… Purple studded clouds, as a King… This is the place I wish to be, Before the storm and in sunlight,
Well I met a man, I had never knew, His tales deep and dark, Spoke of the few, Who convinced him,