it's the quiet times that find me thinking of youin the stillness of the night and I am alone with my thoughtscaress a notion, I need youmy thoughts touched deeply, you stimulate memy mind cannot deny what my heart...

Close your eyes…These eyelids are dual anchorssinking shut in a tear rippled sea. where do we go from here?journeying on,following your soul’sfour cornered compass to heaven

Coming storm, I am! Drifting, distant, dampness of rain from afar soddens your lips.    Closer, the storm carries in gentle arms of swift winds, each drop of tear-showers.