It’s quiet nowHereWhere waters lap among the reedsI can hear myself thinkAnd a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possibleHere at the laverBefore the temple of God- the fire pops –And smoke stirred by a vagrant breezeAscends like incenseBearing...

…within myself seeking you silentlythe lock is rusted, the key is a ghostwept epiphany I could not fathom your hurtand the silence is a heavy velvet curtain

I miss youI want to see your faceWhen you are in the top of meInside.

leave me with my sadness it's the crying timemy soul is stirred and all my memories come to mehands outstretched looking to be held tightwelcome home little ones you are part of my spiritmelancholy with her delicate voice ushers...

decorating the desolate my pain floats away into the abysssmile inside I'm still alivethe dark uttered sentencebut I've done my penance suffer not the waymercy over sacrificelest I boastintensifying need bleeds purestumble just to standlying prostrate, I prayparables of faith...