Now in the echoes of memory It tastes even sweeter still That familiar glow Like the embers of next morning That catch and leap into flame

In the golden of past autumns Carolina in the fall I have tasted sweet: Maple syrup, thick as amber Straight from the sanguine trees,…

To each his albatross Or so it seems That fickle in our fast pursuits We run from babe to grave, our boo… Are thin as gruel

Beneath the pale of dreary days go… When long the shadows lie upon you… And all the evenings tears have lo… For loves own labor tossed and tor… When all alone at last you wander,…

If I loved you I would shake you, and the silent… Would hang like frozen blood And if you loved me, your white fi… Piercing my shoulders

Down here at the bottom there is n… surfaces are smooth, hard, frozen… steel, cinder block, scaled and se… the angles are unmoving, like foss… I mold to the floor, head on a ste…

In the turn of the storm As the birds race by The dark clouds of confusion seem… And even the silver knife of the s… We squint through the stinging sle…

In the belly of my rebirth I am a journalist of purgatory The smells, the fear, the landscap… is my story and my very life the wager of this…

While in Hell I notice the crimson blink of ligh… in the corner of my wine glass and it reminds me of the million e… that litter this unlikely landscap…

I been kickin around and around, w… In the dirt, just the devil and me… Rain and the pain, making circles… Drain where my brain used to be With my heart in a box full of bro…

In this silver morning, I send yo… That in the rolling fog you float… And butterflies join you as you da… In the mirror of my mind, I can s… Fair as lambs milk and kissed by t…

She laughs in flowers and when I am weary, I think of t… And the sun comes back There is a depth in her raven eyes that makes the ocean seem shallow

Tread softly my friend for what seems as solid as the oaks familiar trunk or the well packed dirt on this pa… or predictability

Newton took it all wrong When that apple dropped The same sweet, deadly orb That dug Eve’s grave One sunny day in Paradise

Shelter me in your sweetness And I will sing down the sun for… Too long have I watched this rive… And felt only the moist of its ban… For alas, I have been unsure of m…