silence.

Oh how, fast and slow
The sands blow, to and fro
In the silence

Do you know, how to go
To where all dreams flow,
Into the silence

After the show,
we'll all go; **-**-**
Into the silence

Illustrations

there's a tattoo
on her skin
of a devil
with a grin
there's a portrait
in her mind
of fair angels
most unkind
slight impressions
on her soul
(a small blemish
scars her so)
but, there's a picture
in her heart
of true love that never parts.

Sunset Blues.

The sun sinks,
like India-ink,
black, red and blue,
a picture of you…

The sun sinks,
as I sit and think,
green, blue and red,
your love in my head…

The sun sinks,
over the brink,
blue, red and gray,
the end of the day.

Why?

Why?
Why do the birds,
fly high in the sky?

Why do babies cry?
Why do young girls lie?
Why do soldiers die?
Why do old men sigh;
“Why? Why? Why?”

Why do the birds,
fly high in the sky?
Why?

Do You Know Me?
‘No - I Don’t.’

Do You Know Me?
‘Yes - I Might.’

Do You Know Me?
‘Oh, I Do.’

Do You Know Me?
‘I Love You.’