Love Ends

Like love that come as still as night,

And strikes the heart full and bright,

Take my hand and hold it.

Hold it like you hold your life.

For when war comes and you be lone ...

You remember that you are my wife.

And like the raven

black and sullen,

Do not cry

when you hear that I have fallen.

But please now do

say goodbye

For even love like night

must give way to mourning light

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.

IdEgo

Dreams, desires, id and ego.