That imaginary smile holds sway,
over a hopeful heart hearing music play,
within a wish that fades and shines,
within the recesses of a marveling mind-

And yet, some clarity, like a new November breeze,
cools a face flushed with adoration's embers exposed,
while the night's black inked fingers grip, and seize,
the salubrious stars that sing such bright songs composed-

And I, follow thee.
Obsequiously.

All on One Shelf

Little Women
Anne of Green Gables
Anna Kerenina
The Merchant of Venice
A Prayer for Owen Meany
Rights Talk
Barrel Fever
Me Talk Pretty One Day
The Sparrow
Children of God
The Green Mile
Thursday Next
Ham On Rye
Catch 22
Whitehorn Woods
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickenson
Hillary Rodham Clinton
Extreme Measures
The Arraignment