Add to ORKGSleep is the black, heavy-winged butterfly Brushing its velvet powder in your brain..
The evening is old and the enchantment of a lingering sunset has disappeared with the slowly moving ...
JOEL McWRIGHT paused and listened once again for the sound of the bell, before he unhooked doubletre...
A glowing pine catches and transmits The warmth of an evening sun Branch sways Light streams Floatin...
The boulevard lights bounce from the pavement; The walkers speed their pace as the night chills. Lon...
Fall is the stillness that comes creeping, Through the moonlight, In the dark setting of the sun..
The deepening light of the setting sun, Scattered by bare branches on the hill top, Danced in linger...
The blood of death would not shock this sun. The thin winter sun, bare trees, slim straight shadows....
I SHIVERED underneath by heavy coat and forced my mittened hands more firmly into my pockets. The wi...
When Nature had doused her solar lamp to retire from deary day and her candlestick Moon but a fading...
Muffled yardlight eye reaches for the foggy earth Headlights pan Tires scratch into furrows Weeds br...
Tonight as I walked home through the thick darkness, Guided only by spots of light from the streetla...
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
The winter night comes; a cold, wet, towel across our eyes. T h e edges will be lifted in the mornin...
In the maddened darkness of my room light is an alien nightmare; only shadows drip from the lone lam...
Sleep is the black, heavy-winged butterfly Brushing its velvet powder in your brain..
The evening is old and the enchantment of a lingering sunset has disappeared with the slowly moving ...
JOEL McWRIGHT paused and listened once again for the sound of the bell, before he unhooked doubletre...
A glowing pine catches and transmits The warmth of an evening sun Branch sways Light streams Floatin...
The boulevard lights bounce from the pavement; The walkers speed their pace as the night chills. Lon...
Fall is the stillness that comes creeping, Through the moonlight, In the dark setting of the sun..
The deepening light of the setting sun, Scattered by bare branches on the hill top, Danced in linger...
The blood of death would not shock this sun. The thin winter sun, bare trees, slim straight shadows....
I SHIVERED underneath by heavy coat and forced my mittened hands more firmly into my pockets. The wi...
When Nature had doused her solar lamp to retire from deary day and her candlestick Moon but a fading...
Muffled yardlight eye reaches for the foggy earth Headlights pan Tires scratch into furrows Weeds br...
Tonight as I walked home through the thick darkness, Guided only by spots of light from the streetla...
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
The winter night comes; a cold, wet, towel across our eyes. T h e edges will be lifted in the mornin...
In the maddened darkness of my room light is an alien nightmare; only shadows drip from the lone lam...
Sleep is the black, heavy-winged butterfly Brushing its velvet powder in your brain..
The evening is old and the enchantment of a lingering sunset has disappeared with the slowly moving ...
JOEL McWRIGHT paused and listened once again for the sound of the bell, before he unhooked doubletre...