Hope is crippling
It fuels and devours
Your soul
It can be the one thing that keeps you going
While signal handedly bring you down
It is a powerful feeling
With a double edge
Consequence

commune with stars these days
and days for sleeping

things turn upside down
dreaming

solitude is my lover
and silence a sister

poetry a river
forever singing.

Judy took the silverware,
More than thirty pieces;
Entered by the front alone,
She made it look so easy.

She carried off twelve settings,
And tongs and butter knives;
She covered then with velvet plush
To hide from curious eyes.

It turned out to be an inside job,
A sneak thief in daylight,
With more than thirty pieces,
Long tarnished in my sight.

What is that chiming
Elegant descending sound
Striking my ear with delight?

It's the soft clear bell
Lifting lightly from her lips
My lover's enchanting sigh