Quietly I walk down long corridors where shadows dance.
Most never see the shadows, - only I.

You need so little in order to kill
a love, a mock, an anger, a small betrayal...

I ventured into the woods to play
On a fabulous summer's day...

Over the years, I have carried memories and dreams,
a kind of album of my life...

I am the poem
conceived in ecstasy...

In the beginning,
There is no beginning....

How beautiful is a rainbow
When the storm has just gone by!...

I didn't know you then;
in your days of youth,...

The mighty artist
Captures soul with brush...

A journey to the Crystal Ice Palace
Fine wine served in a chalice...

His mind on wings, telegraphs to that time
When his world was still hospitable...

I can think a thing a long time
with the words going...

I knew of a secret place
Hidden from the eyes of the common man...

The other day, while strolling down the hallway at the Cottage where I do voluntary work, my eye got caught by this beautiful black creature: hair like a shining starless night, eyes velvet amber, large and gentle, begging for attention...

Mt. Baker looms
 behind the old iron wheel...