White powdery flakes drift through the air Aimlessly wandering like a lost soul They go where the wind takes them As if on an evening stroll   From the warmth of his covers With beady little eyes, he watched it float Beautiful n mesmerizing was their creation O’ how the heavens must gloat   Getting Read more…

Change I would, many frames of my life, The picture, I have only one.   Drink I could, many cocktails of love, The water is always from you.   Climb I might, many mountains of righteousness, The gray fields of our shared mischiefs is where I play.   Sing I often, sultry songs of misgivings, Read more…