Tapestry of Life

Friendships are of circles made each interlocked by a common name. Life the weave and faith the lo...

Speaker For The Dead

Who will speak for me? Whose voice will rise above the silence of embarrassment and tell the worl...

Through the Window

I watch you through a window you allowed me to look through as you practice in the mirror to a song...

The Heart Of The Night

As the sun is slowly setting with its golden glow, and the sky reflects its colours, and the moon b...

Intoxicating

I'm afraid to breathe for the scent of you still lingers, the very air refusing to disturb the ...