Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest

I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.

It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing

Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows

How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,

I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly

I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…

There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.

Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?

Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…

Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,