A person and the language
often speak in their own way,
Poetry is the emotional token,
usually unbroken

To apply Like a rhyme
in the fantasy that's broken
—  The melody, a symphony
of the other’s unspoken

Dear Heart,


she shares art, trades tears,
and gazes at wares.

Do not hurry, for love is near,
weaving threads of warmth
and whispers of the heart.

Beloved Show some Respect
The Words you Always Reject
Swim on the Street in a Show
Be forever alone in the Glow
Friday around The next Corner
At Sunday life feels a Wonder

Forgiven my own Son
In Light Outside my ***
Sleeping Wonder in Tears
For the Whisper of Fear
My Love was never Here
Pink and Blue Disappear

Forever Young I will Be
Time holds The Machine
Growing through Space
Never Shall I find Grace
Lonely and forever Death
Clouds Rain almost Red

Fault on my Own spoken Tale
Darkness Scouts the Evening
The blue Celestial of the Whale
Grace on the Shadows Grieving
Star Shine upon Your Tomorrow
Left alone in the empty Sorrow

Gray seems more than White
Not even close Towards Light
Frozen Death All in The Eyes
Suffering through Your Lies
Void Near the Oceans in Blue
My Pain was Broken in Two

The Rose blush
a gothic grace
in a painted heart
Three, then one,
they bloom anew,
Roses red
and longing too