she is here tonight my great white she visits me rarely but when she does she stays a while she slithers towards me taking in the room...

Finally on my 9th life Landed my hind legs On a soft bed A sweet dream Neither a fragile memory Nor a faraway fantasy Instead, Love...

as the clock strikes a little past midnight as I sit down to write a friendly stranger led only by moonlight stops by to soak in the glow...