You are the sweet mist in my labyrinth
The feast of gooseberry to sweet stream
The letter from the moon to Macbeth
The taste of blueberry with a wild scream
Sonnet to SPB
The Secluded Silences.
Temptations are wings
And addiction, the sky.
Ever roosting bats
Never ending hunts in dark
Cloak of Solitude
When her eyes are blank and cold
When there are no ripples of warmth
When they are like a frozen brook in a new moon night
When they look at me still perceive no image
Unsolved Problem
I believe, we all have
one unsolved problem in life.
For a few, that may be a secret
which hides like a grenade in the pocket