dreaming in a chair, contemplating 

the times gone by - exhilarating, entertaining 

reaching out with tenderness 



scenes of laughter framed in reminiscence 

catch a smile for stormy days and sad occasions 

moving targets and camera shy 



the moon is dark and shadowed 

the sun keeps ticking by 

silence and solitude 

no one left to cry 

no one left to cry 



standing in front a mirror 

I draw and pinch my skin 

tired eyes portray reality 

a face of lines which melt in the world 



I am oak 

I am oak 

I am oak 

I am oak