esse

est

percipi

captain jack is dead

night and foam

banging on the window

flames

crimson times

it is still us

poems

kes

more

words

links

somethin to say?

White owls

Come flying with easy grace

Gleaming waves in the moonlight

 

Night fowls

In the sanctity of space

Keep balance in a stormnight

 

Dream visions of another time

Lost in a barren sky

Where past and future coil and twine

Night birds come flying by

 

Owls watch with unshut eye