~she visits me in the nighttime~ Each day passes with little changing by the hour, He triumphs his goals but they mean little to him. His only care in this world is her, his inspiration and madness. She dwells many miles from her love, and it consu...

Why We Live in Our Memories The old traveler leans back in his chair, and thinks back on his beloved. Long ago she was torn from him, lovers scorned despite their fated union. He was a much poorer man then, yet he remembers that time fondly. Even as h...

~for her~ As I sit on this vessel and dream of my love, I reminisce on our history. I remember that fleeting glance from whence we quickly shifted, too timid to profess our love yet. I remember it never being the right time, unti...