written 1999
Oh Gloomy Death! Knocking on the door Piercing the sinews of her heart Tearing her soul apart Then, beckoning her slowly...
In a tidal wave of remembrance, She searched for meaningful existe… She panned for prosperity with a s… The web of life she lived to weave… Wondering nomadically in uncharted…
She saved her visits for late in t… After the fields had been mowed, The chores completed and supper ea… The last clean dish put away. They would sit on the porch
His life is almost over so he’s to… How dare they try to be so bold. He’s seen it all, he has set the p… He’s done it all, he has won the r… He’s listened carefully to all the…
Gazing into the eyes of the Beholder, she feels wisdom and Courage. Once again he motivates Her to continue. His poise is her Foundation. If ever her soul beco…
Thousands of times Over and over again Expressing his heart and mind Staying out of the summer rain Writing his feelings over and over
A splotch of veridian, A hint of cerulean blue. One long streak of burnt sienna. The painter dabs The palette
Remember him when the sky is dark, And clouds hide burning stars. Think of him as the rain rushes To touch his skin, and trees Dance around him through the wind.
Alas, her child, you listen to her… For she holds a story about the se… What is behind its placid shore? There’s more, her child, so much,… There is a dreadful thing down the…
On a brisk autumn day, Atop a great hill; The voice was born, To warm off a chill. ’Tis a voice of reason,
Dear Love, Yesterday was filled with pain and Sorrow so they spoke. Because of this, yesterday grew Farther and farther away.
He spoke not knowing the language, Holding back what his heart kept n… Imagining what to say in the quarr… Almost like an answer to a joke. On the side, your beauty confused…
Wisps of Fall are in the air. A chilling breeze blows through hi… They are taking a walk As the Summer season comes to a s… School is starting his hopes are h…
The time they have will never end. A dream of hers that will begin. A heart and soul that will soon me… From when it was torn in two. A cry for help that’s finally been…
The sun so bright Gives them light It’s so romantic at the Beach But not at night