Deep Running Wounds

Whoever said that
Love like deep down resentment
Could heal the wounded?


Idyllic sunlight
Plays amongst her golden hair
Sad eyes that don't cry

Beautifully Brave

Beauty, full of heart
She has a special smile that
Changes grief to warmth


I'd like to think it
Doesn't count, tears in my sleep
But you know better

It would be a beautiful garden, Linda

If I could forget
My pain, I'd take all your tears
And plant a garden

The Storm Inside

These shadows are
not real;
the raging storm is
my imagination
in all my sadness

Missing you beside me at night
I'm only cold inside