Friday, January 18, 2013

Worry not of our end.
If we are doomed anyway,
Let's go out in style.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Unshackled, I walk,
No longer running from fate.
The future is mine.
Look out to the east
A star rises from its sleep
Morning approaches
Unworthy to sin,
Begging for just one last touch, 
Just one gentle word. 

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Frost chilled air wanders
Streets glow in lamp lit quiet
life sleeps, winter wakes