• Visit

    The day fades quietly
    now only a murky silhouette submerged in evening waters.
    Movement becoming slow and graceful
    sounds crisp as if originating not from without but from within.... more »

  • Warring

    Tears that sing their strains of sorrow flow freely from my anguishing eyes
    and fall to the breast which is wounded near lifeless.
    Yet life remains to empower my turmoil and give my agony breath.
    I turn my face to the sky in search of release but no answer comes.... more »