Will you love me still when I am old, and wrinkled and grey.

Morning sun was gently breaking into the day. The pond lay in shadows under its tree …three little friends waited

I close the door softly behind me … On the Life I knew before

It’s the way you say … “I love you,” with your eyes. At odd moments I surprise a look … so full and so deep, that I feel Heaven bound.

It was late spring 2003, with summer edging the horizon. The sun was shining, the breeze warm and tires were eating up the pavement.

I ask you … where were you In the darkness that was my night?

Humility … that is what life has taught me, and a special kind of pride … few would understand.

Abuse comes in many forms.

The sunlight played upon the window-pane, it landed softly upon the sleeping child.

The little black truck slowed to a stop at the side of the road.

My mind was awake before my body was aware that dawn was breaking.

She wears two faces but only one does she show to the world for she keeps her secrets safe, close and her goals are, ultimate power and control.

A door closes behind you and locks and you stand alone at the edge of a great void.

Imagine.

I wonder.

From a walk in the park.