A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,