Hope for the Lonely Heart!

I searched my heart. The bony structure beclouds the similitude of peace flowing in the streams of red sea. Hazy was her flush, that it overtook the silt of fine shells and rugged pebbles. It was a transition from breezing sea to beating drum; beats like the calmness of clipping pegs I did hear. My…

I Was Wrong

I had met smiles that never fade,
ideas that never stray,
and friends that never fray…


I saw him His face like ice His eyes a scary fire Aye! I saw death himself He took my hands in his So cold I shivered