4-25-90

Crimson lace
placed with grace
to wipe the tears
of forever fears.

The redness deep
does not seek
a love so pure
that can only cure
the broken hearts-
of friends done part.

Sarah Brazee-Cannon

2-25-91

A moment of love
rejected in a moment
of sorrow.

Time in which
we can not borrow.

So I say good-bye
until tomorrow.

Sarah Brazee-Cannon

4-1-93

Flowers of a dream-
nothing is what it seems.
Treasures of the heart
I can not keep.
It is all I have to fear-
These tears
I weep.

Sarah Brazee-Cannon

2-4-94

Confusion
only an illusion-
thoughts of intrusion.
 

Sarah Brazee-Cannon