Book Description
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 provoking.