I took a walk. this summer eve // to see if I could find you there. // There, in the pink-streaked sky settling down for its rest // there, in the swollen moon just claiming this night for its own.
Traces
The End
No more flies buzzing in and out through the open door on summer days // No more sun-warmed thresholds as your bare feet make an imprint. // No more stormy nights where you sit quietly inside listening to the wind howl.
Into the Abyss
When there's nothing left but silence // When my mind has lost its narrator // When darkness rules and sadness trembles //something beckons, come with.
On Mama's Mind 