She had ivy vine eyes Flowered palms And steps That trailed of an ink quill Succinctly in line Beautifully cursived Was the walk Of...

It’s the wanting and the waiting That are getting to me A constant stream of memories Wherever I walk I search for an off switch The sad...

For even in the dark, she casts stars She was someone Memory can’t forget Essence too sweet to spoil But then How could you forget the...

She was life She was born With winged ankles A fire in her heart And eyes so intense That they could renew life Because she was life The...

Written on the back of an envelope We look for rules To limit our search To avoid the realization That no research No boundary Brings...