the sound of approaching horsementhunders in the dry spaces of my mindthey are so loud i cannot stand itdeep waters run swiftand the thoughts that run..
the leaves turn as they falltwisting on the breeze in a dance of winters hand on my worldhurry along the patheach footfall scattering the leaves with ..
this whole empty room thingwill be the death of mecant stand another day of the echoing darknessmocking my every wordspoken softly with tired lipsblee..
for a brief momentcaught in rememberingvividly she came back to methe sunlight on her facestrands of her reddish blonde hairfloating free in the small..
sepia paintings of days long since gonethe rattle of a shopping cart at two amthe sounds of leaves stirred by wind in the golden glow of streetlightth..
beauty in a boxlook at her blushwe dream little foolish dreams of hershe just smiles and asks for coinsher hair dyed blue and silverher eyes dyed gree..
six am and darkness still prevailsher casual morning disheveled shuffle to the coffeestill beautiful to meand so entranced i loose myself in thoughtco..
her face is what my heart paints into this whirlwind of conflicting imagesher velvet voice just within perception beneath wild windcalling my name wit..
a snow filled winter wind rushes in my thoughtsbut it is in the silence between our spoken wordswhere my heart caresses each line of her beautyand swi..