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Wade in, to sink or swim In ocean water tides In the midnight blue and moonlight hue Remember years when we tried Paining heart, strumming guitar, Poolside melody. A sigh of sin, a could have been, And what could never be. Walk by me, on the…

The wailing wind and the city din, The distant hoot as a train draws in. The shy moon hides on this dark night, Stars aren’t brighter than city lights, As ashen clouds, like a lion’s mane, Sail across the same skies again. Take it in a while,…

In a small town, which owns the sunsets, where coffee brews with the morning dew, where the waves of history often repeat, and folks are content with nothing new, you grew up, seeing silence respected, even when there was nothing to revere. The…

Real roses have thorns. They shiver, and wither with time, but they have a soothing scent which lingers long after they’re gone, in-between the dryness of the petals and the breeze which kisses them. Fake roses don’t have thorns which hurt, Th…

A broken nest on a fallen tree Bowed to the winds of adversity. Frozen mist playing winter’s games, Lining ignored lists and photo frames Of what could have been a family….

Along the road, riddled with dust, the Shadow went a wandering, up the hill, down to the vale, all the while a pondering. He sat on the bench by the park, a frown on his brow, a sigh on his lips. Light, through the branches of the tree abov…

Coat the canvas of the midnight sky with whispers of wishes you longed for. Set them free into the blue and watch them float like feathers on a breeze. Some will run free like wild wild horses, ohers will simply be shadow surfing. Wallflower…

Walking on sunshine gloomy moods Travelling familiar routes dry streets raining on the inside Entering daily places familiar spaces on the outside Your mind wades through puddles or floods Sinks and swims alone But it is sunshine bri…

This is it, this is goodbye, No sugar coat, no soothing lie. No bottled message left behind, No hidden clues for you to find. All the words I wouldn’t say? I’d saved them all for today. A thousand words aren’t enough, Nor are a hundred phot…

Drizzles confuse me. Will there be drenching downpour, Or sudden sun-dried streets? Or will it, like your love, always remain inbetween?…