In the silence of my wandering, I am the lost one, drifting, through fields of doubt and fear, a solitary figure in the night. Your love, a constant ...Read more

Strange how We insist On saving one Another; to keep A candle lit: just in case. That — the poem must come with a little door So that Anyone...Read more

Maybe I'll turn to dust and nobody would notice Maybe they'll forget me If there's no more light to see Maybe the wind will not carry All the voices ...Read more