you are the rock,
and i am the sea,
continually,
wearing you down,
...
a single droplet of rain,
trickles freely down my window pane,
stopping for a few frozen seconds,
as if mapping out its next move.
...
As I close the door for the very last time
I hear the sounnd of creaking metal grind.
The rubbing of the wood upon the floor
Sounds of which I shall hear no more.
...
As it was the reversal of birth
He wanted to die alone.
To close the eyes
...
The sound of swishing
wakens the still slumbering morning
A smoggy cough catipults itself
from its cave
...
What is love without patience
What is lust without want
What is desire without temptation
What is compassion without empathy.
...
In this toy littered Garden I tend to
scan the background. Long moments
spent staring at the Evergreens
...
A modern day Romeo and Juliet
make unfulfilled promises with
dead kisses and blunted words.
Their arched backs thrust towards
...
It wilts
and I weep.
Much beauty
clouded these eyes
...