Monologue, not a poem.

"Seedlings, and sparrows, Prowl the honesty of the wind, Without malice. Like a song written before the sky was blue, and the ocean endless The watcher sits and ponders it. Steady, Quite, Pure. P..."

"Perhaps a misused color caused his blindness, of this we have no understanding. He sees nothing yet everything is colorful. The pictures he paints inside the chasms of his darkness are more than w..."

"Behind the bar, with a lit cigarette I see him. Beautiful, above the filtered smog He sips a Corona. I wait Wondering if the music will draw him back, or lead him forward. I take a drag, then a stran..."

"I sit inside my head And envy what the ocean says about you I sit inside my room, tired of feeling alone without you But it's all I have It's all that stayed I lay in bed, tied to my skin i feel you..."

"As the moon chases the sun over the sky, I wonder of the moments they keep secret. The thoughts. The tears. The screams of why. I wonder if they are lovers, forever searching for eachother. Chasing e..."

"Wait for me in the gazebo, behind the mountain breeze. Along side the pathways lined with pine trees, and past the yellow glow of the city, where a turquoise sea divides the world. When you get here, ..."