in the twilight years,
life gallops to the finish.
but the horse is young.
spirit
whistling tree
bird on top of tree,
why do you whistle at me.
you know i love thee.
burned thoughts
in the cold bright day
you can see your breath speak back.
ghosts of burned up thoughts.
bloody stumps
keep soldiering on
she said to me with straight face.
bloody stumps for limbs.
pain in vein
heart a butterfly
trapped hostage in bony cage.
pain hot in my veins.
love is a deep ocean
thick like fog your smell,
sea breeze with fresh cut flowers.
i drown in your love.