Loose lines, mudflats

the lonesome sparrow sings.



The walls around Eden

are gaurded by…

half peace melodies

where rivers birth

my saddest songs .



Cinders in the moonlight

romance sizzling in the desert

has moved to the Tundra.

Pulled by the oppressive

dream of heat lightning.



Trying to silence the

Rivers music.



Screaming eagles ate

the Coyotes howl.

Recessed from the icy

pain of spoiled humanity.

Rivers of sorrow.

Rivers of pain .



Waiting in the reeds

to sacrifice my soul.

Yearning to caress

your intelligence.

Lost in your magic

the flower yet

to be named .


Lamenting that I will

never know your mysteries ,

your melodies

nor the essence of your song .

Your gentleness

or how you found

the way you love .

While Its a loss

I can not know

still it haunts

the River of my soul.



The beating cross

the burden I bear .

Singing out my

saddest songs.