I saved you a seat, my friend, on our favorite park bench...
Tomorrow We Can Try Again
Ancient of Days
The ancient of days was ne'er made for me, yet ever I crave its wondrous peace...
A Twilight Wish
You and I whisk ‘round like vapor...
Upon the Cliffside
For every day her attention was not elsewhere led, the universe would make its loving advance
Heartsick
Now I'm heartsick // hoping beyond hope that you can feel this // dreaming about the taste of your scarlet lipstick // soft, sweet kisses... oh, I've missed it // the chance to be your everything
Accompaniment
Waking up alone... Much like the sound of early-rising finches without the distant buffet of street noise The smell of morning dew without the sweetness of a freshly-cut lawn The rise and fall of a chest without saying anything at all And yet... The melancholic pang of heartstrings plucked without Accompaniment.
Shree
In deep twilight, ghasts and ghouls emerge to haunt In the depths of the world, all too horrid and gaunt Ripped and ragged, their weathered cloaks they flaunt Nothing can stop their shrieks and harrowing taunts Each has a name, don't you know, just like we The tortured living, we the tormented free And if... Continue Reading →
December Rose 