Seasons drape the shadows of life The dark corners Shade of ancient oaks They hide they protect   Armour against doubt and dread Seasons drape the shadows of life Occlusion’s illusions remain Wind borne particles scurry away   Stripped bare winter’s rough hands Steal from…

My palms are too soft Too white. Eighteen years into life Yet they are like a newborn child’s, Devoid of any callouses No marks, no creases Save the life line and such. Haven’t I toiled? Am I a stranger to life’s pain? I know I…

Did I come to this, A seeker of thrills? An heiress of my father’s pastimes Faced with an uncertain future,    A seeker of thrills? Adventurous and naïvely dancing Braving with fate. Always was mature for my age   Adventurous and naïvely dancing Begotten of my mortality Always…

Locked inside a strangers mind, they wait. In search of treasured memories, they wait. Speaking to loved ones they no longer recognize, they wait. Playing a lone game of seek and find, they wait. Scared the second control loses grip, they wait. Masking forgotten words with…