When the night is still young The moon has not fully come out to chase the sun away My heartbeat begins a new rhythm Smell of honey and cream in the air Slow music played in the heat of seduction Tonight I am prepared...

Where do they go,the things that diethe plants, the pets, the things that fly?Where do we go,we humans that dieheaven or hell, or was that a lie?Where does it gowhen the physical crumbles?Back into earth, without even a stumble.The...

secret sounds only I can hearsacred vibrations on the aethertingling my sensesthe art of knowing awakens meso often I forgettime lapses and I fall asleepthen the rains comerefreshing my soul with informationawoke to the possibilties I shiver, with great...

     There was once a figure I saw in a cemetery blurred by fog. A ghost, I believe. I even approached the figure. As I cleaved through the thick fog, I came to recognize her as my deceased...