A stimulated atrophy...
wearing winter's
fleshy wistfulness.
Enchantress of
livid reflections.
Scent secreted away
by a breeze of no
origin.

I want to create...
an expression of joy,
not fear,
of happiness,
not sorrow..
a life not lived in yesterday,
nor tomorrow..
with love for others
so true to my soul..
and a shoulder for,
my brothers and sisters,
who need to cry
and be consoled..
I want to create..