Gun metal sky looking down
Depression surrounds. Rain
crying falling down in tears
droplets of nothingness

Cotton shadowy somber
clouds disappearing into
one another and the only
Thing bright is from the

Moon light. Daisy's bowing
down with no light trees obeying
not moving but bony arms
stretched out like idolization
praying admiring the spherical
Ghost light

A lazy wash runs down the page.
Pastels like springtime fill the space.
flowers like tender forget me nots,
come to life there on the spot!
With greens and blues to relate the story
and pinks and purples in all their glory.
But when white light falls on the page.
The wondrous colors begin to engage
leaving a cool and peaceful feeling.
a breath of fresh air at each new viewing!

In striving to be different
We are all the same
For the very thing we want
Is to make a name

Too many times we wish for
Things we cannot obtain
Oh, how much I want to
Show just what I've gained

I'm not the same, I assure you
I have my dreams, you see
Yes, that's only thing so different
Between you and little old me

Misty morning fog.
Damp air against my skin.
Fallen branches across the exit.
Have I missed the message again?

Mercyful Fate plays in the background,
as I look at the dirt below.
I come so often but do you hear me?
Father I didn't know.

Do you listen as I cry?
Wanting nothing more than to die.
Begging to take this internal pain away.
I have no desire to stay.