Past pulses as a broken metronome  syncopation of that which is ‘ere, o’er and true    Trombone tomb stone,  for whom the bells toll  may love have been louder than bombs    Can you hear colours of every drumbeat  feel maudlin mandolins opening your skin?   

Forgive and forget Easy to say if you haven't been violated in some way.Forgiving is easier than forgetting, even though our memories of dreadful events are never 100% accurate, which is a good thing indeed. If we dont speak of...

Candles within your eyes, illuming my shadow.  Lonely in the dim I was, there is now a glow to follow. 

A blanket of dust obscures our picture. Soft earth once your skin, now dusted with snow.   This sheet had layered over months without warmth. However, we are soon to hold each other again.   Then spring will dawn upon the rains of April and shower...

Regardless of summer joyousness, I will sense the overcast of wintry darkness.   Sometimes I will feel happiness, yet there is that which lingers smotheringly.   Always at the brim of my eyes is a teary shower   which glazes over my eyes and thunderous shouts...