spirit, invincible, sweet convictions,
Like indelible garden roots of starkly green ferns
Alone, the peerless adversary amid fickle folly
Adrift in soured aftermath of delirious escapades, haunted
Fearful, the deceitful aria of joy lingers shortly
Flee, pretty bird, flee.
souls dance upon the hill
Pursuing empty dreams,
Coveted substantiality does elude the blundered trial
Deeper, deeper to the black hole
Closes the pimpernel.
Hope....the billowy breath that rides a timeless breeze
Rescued from brutal abandonment
Romantics committed to their guardian roles while
Peak to but a memory
Withered, yet returning, ageless
Like the spirit that skips between souls.
Ode To The Lumberjack
A Caddy's Lament
The Doll House
He Had No Hands
Prince of Memories
Fall at Twelve