somber sounds of tears
eighty-eight keys damp with hurt
rhythm of the rain


posted by Michael at 3:43:00 AM

Leafless branches embrace a darkening sky,
Frail arms reaching for one last breath.
The horizon consumes the sun, yet leaves a chandelier behind.
In pale moonlight the mighty oak is laid to rest.


posted by Michael at 9:39:00 PM

posted by Michael at 9:22:00 PM

Words
Often
Only
Dreams

Diving
Under
Clutching
Kingdoms



posted by Michael at 4:50:00 AM