RAMBLES:

Y O U

As the warm breath sweeps rose stained cheeks.

09 • 10 • 88

Upon this day of birth.   

A M O U R

My canvas was bareuntil your sin stained wings   sat atop my throne.

I M M O R T A L I T Y

I turn pages of ash and ember.

S E A S O N S

My path is toward the misty autumn twilight.

H O R I Z O N S

These brailled scars sit frozen. 
Insignificant constellations of 
forced survival.