The thin little girl had very curl… She had been alone all day which w… Other young ladies had sisters and… But her mother had died leaving ju… Her tired arms rested on the old p…

Wind, oh, West Texas wind Blow away her dreams. Let drifts of sand Not uncovered hope. Make her heart as barren

A grain of wood Runs like a race car Around a multi-colored track Zooming down to the bottom It zooms up

Lovely lady, Pray tell what dastardly fate Awaits their sinful souls when fin… But arthritis and diabetes? Such intensity and white hot passi…

Faded leaves fall aside Pale gray sky envelopes all Summer’s gone and fall is stale Aching world begins to weep Somewhere on the verge of change

Children run and laugh and play Even in their shortened day A soft dry breeze Threatens all the crumpled leaves As Winter slowly makes its mark

Why can’t times be like they used To be, when words were easy, and Love was free? She loved you, and you loved her.… Hearts together, meant always to b…

Love of soft warm drizzly days Slowly, strolling along a quiet pi… Cloud banks cast light upon the wa… Illuminating a sea dance, then dis… Touched by pure gentle hissing rai…

The eyes are a deep set brown The nose lies flat across the face… The eyebrows are in question form As she critiques the form before h… The image seen

He is a writer doomed by society He wonders if there is a Love bec… He pretends to live He feels he is being swallowed in… He touches the coldness of society

She promised she’d bury you There, in their front yard, Beneath the tree you loved to lay… While she weeded the flowers. She promised she’d bury you

She deeply gazes into his eyes, The eyes of a dreamer, Windows where true emotions shine… And are reflected, A golden flame from which light ra…

Darkness, darker Waning noon, sounds Night’s scent pervades Calling loneliness, Surrounding.

Before you close your eyes She has this image in her mind. There are blue flowers falling fro… And by pure hands, keeping them ap… Before you close your eyes

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…