I kiss my Delilah, Molten love pours from my soul, Igniting her with sweet madness. I melt her with flattery, As fire does to snow, In wakeful dreams I’m not alone.

Sunny eyes beam through this storm of fury. Before me, the whirling fog illuminates white at the pulses of lightning from within me. I do not know what can damper this storm. What antipsychotic medication can calm! I prefer...

The fresh snow is a blanketsealing in the worldas each moment is unfurledso I may examine its flowLong remembered rainsalong with renewed painsforget all of their regretas they now come forthLike snowfall in the northto claim the new daybut...