Monthly Archives: March 2015

If

If I am to lean
I’ll fall if you step away;
When you step away. 

Blind

See me

Through

The fingers

Of a 

Blind man. 


Blackout



Wings fluttering

I plummeted,

Memory returned

A nightmare. 


Forever


Imagine

I imagine 
Many things
In the best 
Of what is
Imagined
You are 
Seen to be 
There too. 

Tenderness

 Tenderness

Will not

Forget you,

If You
Do not forget
Tenderness.

Never

Never
Was I told 
So many shells
I would find
So far from
Sea.