What Dreams are lost to lonely nights,
when stars are suicidal.
Upon the moonlite shore I walk,
where broken hearts lie idle.
Countless echos of empty shells,
beat hard agaist the shore,
and I would give the moon
to them if I could love,
once more...

It is a rare treat when an author not
only shares his writing but his
photograph and illustrations as well.
Henry's poetry is a reflection of his
perspective on life and reflects a wide
genre of subjects from family, to love,
and a multitude of sins in between.

Like his pictures, his poetry ranges
from lighthearted to passionate and his
words are thought provokin