Tell me you will find me.
Will you look to the ruler of all
(The pearly moon)
And ask her to point you the way?
Will you remember my face?

Gentle wind caressed
my skin, but my hopeful mind
felt your hands instead.

Fickle mind and tired heart;
I’ve been made a callous fool.
Nearer to my life’s depart,
Demons laughed and ridiculed.
Misanthrope…is this my fate?

Lady In Satin
rotates ‘round the phonograph
in melancholic
motions, leaving my
swollen tear ducts to moisten

Red, red wine,
you were supposed to
rid every memory of
fallen love out of my
tired mind, but no

As you crawled out through
the tiny space left of what
could not ever be,
The curvature of
your spine whispered to me a

I wished upon the
moon– and there we were finding
love beneath the sheets.

In your heart I know I had died.
My heart was young and so it cried
I begged for the truth, but love l
we will collide, we will collide.
Distance severed our naïve bond;

Time is merely a nonexistent conce
when your dark Oakwood eyes kiss
mine—and it is then that my skin
unravels itself as I become lost
in the inebriating feel of your pr

In the fragments of my kaleidoscop
Bubbling between the silence of fe
A leaf passes in the rose scented
Could that have been the moment?
Could that have been the ride?