Insidious Grey Lines

The world in shadows
Staying between two Solid lines
Rough outlines
Insidious
Borrowing trouble
Over inventing detail
Looking familiar
Peppering questions
Perfect fit
Sarcastic honesty
Anonymity in numbers
Sitting all alone
Looking at the world
Last images walking away
Never looking back
Running away
Finish your sentence
The one you wanted to say
But motility stopped you
The one you needed to say
Silence has a voice
Like frost on trees
To love and knowing
your not an enough
Silent voices staring
looking over shoulders
Never looking back

Mr Frosts has a voice

Lonely Road

Morning Christmas Day

Church Bells

Old Hotel From the Back

Winter Frost