This poem is describing what happens at night, the sounds, smells, and eyes that keep watch. The moon glides through the night sky until time to fade into daylight.

Earth.

It makes you miss the tone.

A poem about a lovers questions.

Our gift for the future generations.

When you’ve said all you have to say, but they want to talk after its too late.

One of those subconscious abstract moments where the pen does all the writing.

Who would have guessed what secrets a rock could hold.

A silent protest.

Can you hear what I see?
Can you see what I hear?

Poem about my deafness and what I hear… and what I see.