Against a stoney country wall, / I pondered you, our love, our fall, / And drew anew what I could recall, / When it hit me like a truck.
A Tinman, Swindled
“There is nothing there within,” / She sighed. / “There is nothing there within. / He is hollow, cold and safe, / In his armor made of tin.”
The Short Barrage of Ormo
It was he who charged the velvet gates, / And peeled the peach into the light.
The Call of Ormo
Your voice ever present in my ears. / That endless hum of song, / The restless tune from within, / That stirs and fevers my blood.
But a few paces on the floor, / A round of knocks battered the door. / And shook the pictures on the wall. / As he peeked through the peep…
And if you ever open the door, / And I hear you cross the floor, / And you say, ‘I am sure.’ / Then…
Such Is The Way
A blade stabbed deep into the snow, / Near vanquished hero’s hand, His foe / absent of life’s tender glow: / Such is the way I love.
I love you, because my heart tells me I have no choice.
I Don’t Believe in Magic
I don’t believe in magic, but in your presence I’m possessed.
Loves first tender embrace.