There’s a finish-line some where. Far off beyond the visible road. I keep telling myself I’ll make it there. A beautiful beach or some humble abode. It is late and I am drunk adrenaline and caffeine. Running out of ideas like a car low on…

Daylight is dying and fading. As the birds hath stop singing. An old sun begins its descent. Not a thing I have done do I resent. Sitting out in the beauty of the day. Writing words of things I should say. Conversation with a lover or…

We walked along the pier the other night. The soft moonlight covering the ripples of the water. Against the backdrop old ships past their prime stand-fast as they no longer have purpose. There is a cool breeze kissing the backs of our necks. As we past…

I held onto the afternoon, My fingers tinged light pink, With fear of what was coming soon, For night brings time to think. But like the dawn turns into day, The day turns into night, Lost and lonely on my way, I held the fading light….

I feel its grip around my throat, Death’s cold and grasping hand, While the soul I once was tied to, Drifts free far above this land, The towns stretched out below me, See no shadow as I pass, No gust of breeze to prove I’m there,…