Darkness creeps like a
Thief in the night silently
Waiting for its prey
Little Children
Little Children dance
Like the day has no end
But the night will come
Slave
A slave is merely
Another self wanting to
Fly home...far away
Kiss
Two lips as one meet
Two souls, two minds, one heartbeat
Still the night grows cold
Hands
Fingers...knuckles...wrists
Hands do so much...yet they will
Remain a mystery
Empty
No start, middle is
Where we begin...no end there
Only emptiness
