Gone are the days of regretwhen I sat idly by and let time slipto give myself solace from thoughtsthat…
By day, I drink words of the deadfrom a goblet of tearsand age-old anguish.
Sometimes I have the depth of a puddleYou can splash me onto youbut there will be none of me leftafter your…
Time locks my tearsand feathers into a globethat fits into the palm of my hand —…
this is your moment, your life,your sea of moments, your sea of change,thisthis is…