velvet the shroud of twilight’s last breath,
I wish I were exceptionally good at reading people’s minds,at reaching places out of touch;those deep, secluded places — you, I — each…
A poem of sound
QuietIs notSilence
Sally Ann lived in a candy storeBut no one sold candy anymoreShe stepped over her childhood…
The stupid thing is that I miss youand I miss you very much;throughout the day, at the most random instantsI catch myself longing…
Forward and back, time has us on a hookOur years like flipping the pages of a bookWe want to skip to the endBut…
She fell like rain from heaven.
And drove the dark clouds away.
And with her loving heart,
She turned my night to day
Cherished,little by little we become belittled,jilted and multiplied, perhaps identified, conforming…
