...when someone is honest and vulnerable, they wring my heart - I want to hug them for being real...
A Familiar Rain...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths...
A Familiar Rain...when you enter a room, my wound opens, but there is light, always light, when you come in...
A Familiar Rain...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...
A Familiar Rain...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...
A Familiar Rain...we live in the same city but don't see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories...
A Familiar Rain...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...
A Familiar Rain