Upon These Hands Of Hope

Tears From what Is now Joy

Soft Touched Skin

A Gentle Slite Breeze

AS Night Comes Once again

From These Faces Of The Unknown

Dreams OF what now is real

Wings From Our Fears

Alone Here From The Least

Leafs That Have Fallen

Dead And crusted

Screams that echo through the wind

Trees That sway Beyond our light

Bring these, not our Tears to be

From our soar cuts

To what is now our bandaged heart

Alone here we Stand in these seldom Parts


By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.