Passages of my childhood arise within my mother’s death gaze,  bringing reminiscences of olden days.     When in sadness in childhood we would speak in silent gaze.  No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes....

Seafaring stargazer I am,in your enchanting twilight,adrift in the blackest of seas.Moonlit waves within your eyes,the black of those irisesare a pitiless abyss.Pathless and shoreless,I know not what our future holds,as your hueless conscience chills me.So, on I driftin...

My lips are pink.My hood is red.And though I knowthe roads are safe by day,I walk the night instead. Through mossy moor and meadow creek,beneath the moon, I hear you speak.Your golden eyes like beacons senda welcome glow I comprehend. By...

If suicide had eyes,it would possess a paralyzing stare.If suicide had a face,it’s ugliness would vacuum the air from my body.If suicide had hands,it would would lay its cold claws on me.If suicide had a tongue,it would lash the...

Sunlit passion in the moonlit heart chamber,your embers thaw my hot-blooded glacier.You are my sun of the night sky.I, your moon-glow – you, my sun-shine.Twas’ a full moonand all through the night-sky not a star was winking –cast out...