Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads