Spring
Driving, lost in thought.
Brought back to earth by the smell
of freshly cut grass.
Monthly Archives: May 2014
Mother
How thankful am I?
Still to have the chance to say
That I love you Mom.
The Void
Seeping like a stain
Across the fabric of time.
I am the darkness.
Daydream
Silently soaring
The caresses of the wind
sweeping though my mind.