Spinning a circle
Weaving my web
Surrendering my dreams
To win you over.

Wasting my time
Trying to make sure
That the words rhyme
And I'm singing on key.

Forgetting the only thing
That really matters to me
Deep inside of my heart
That is love.

Summer was hot
under that Texas sun.
Like a vulture
you would prey
upon my melting flesh,
your hands molding
the soft clay of my body
into your deepest desire.

No room for breath
in the humid air,
and even less for despair.

It was always a dream
to see Fall.

PAINTED GLASS

Starry-eyed youngster looked to her daddy for his wise wisdom and fatherly guidance. But no one was there to hear those whispers of pain or to see her moonlight dew cheeks.

Staring through the pane of glass, a huge hole forms in the river of her heart. The river will run and run, but no one will ever know how long it will run or how deep.

Who will ever know of the deep, dark secrets
of her lonely heart?

DREAM LOVE

Often times a scorn appears while wondering of dreams. We can't quite grasp the meaning there; that's held from us, it seems.

But yet the miracle of love-- not like life's other charms-- Just whispers once (it need not shout) and then I feel his arms.

They fold so firm about me, yet so tender, like a mold. I feel his breath upon my hair in whispers; soft, untold.

My heart beats like a firefly that sprinkles fate in skips; And then it hesitates a beat when turned to face his lips.

My being melts to weakness, yet strength is there through bliss; As final moments, soon to fade, are perished in his kiss.