I have been writing and drawing now for a long time with a limited audience, always operating under the belief that I need not share my work with others in order to enjoy it. The audience was not the point of the work, but rather self-expression. I have come to suspect though that self-expression without an audience is a shouting at the wind sort of exercise, and I would be lying if I did not admit I crave some feedback. The result is here. My attempt to use the wonders of this modern age to showcase some of what I have been doing to keep my hands and brain busy for the last 35 years... I hope someone enjoys viewing it as much as I enjoyed making it.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Morning Sky



The Morning Sky


Her gentle touch, her heartfelt sigh,

All things remembered with the mourning sky.


Her smile was peace, her hopes set high,

All things forgotten with the mourning sky.


Her boisterous laugh, with wit as sly,

All things brought back with the mourning sky.


Her passion held close, in your heart held nigh,

All things once loved with the mourning sky.


Heartache and pain, in caring do try,

All things so sorrowed with the mourning sky.


Her love and her spirit, with a tear in your eye,

All things held so dear with the mourning sky.


Her memory held close, her soul lost to the sky,

A morning to whisper one final goodbye.





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