A pebble thrown in a pool may ripple from end to end, but tossed into the sea, it is swallowed by enormity.

— Craig Froman

But with what wonder has the season come? Its treasure lies in earthen ships, that carry dreams across the foam. And how your memory of Sarah rapes the fleshly heart that once bore scenes, now veiled in smoky stains of tears;it cries as on its crutches leans, and ever fills itself with fears. Be born anew to taste the Skylab waste cocoon and upwind fly.

— Craig Froman

Deep blackness waits outside;a veiled inferno it attempts to hide. We see no more than dark clouds growing, but set inside, a fire is glowing.

— Craig Froman

Golden bars make no less a prison than a coffin on a hill. And in caged reformation, one wanders aimless still. The rafters now a recollection of sacred suppression. How the morning dawn strikes mourning confession. Now Death yields a harvest of the living masses. We walk toward its path no earthly power surpasses.

— Craig Froman

I am a waning bird encased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison, and my cries no one can hear.

— Craig Froman

I long to drift through turquoise skies;race the wind in rampant flight. Ruddy chains have framed my eyes, they seize my heart and stain the light.

— Craig Froman

In freedom, you form in utter disgrace, the bars of my prison this night. While you drift on currents of seraphic heights, it is I who deserve to take flight.

— Craig Froman

I roamed alone;O, barren dreams. My echoed voice, what lonely comfort. Here is my salvation:I hear the triumph drum;the rhythm of the rising, the long-awaited sun.

— Craig Froman

I touched the moon last night;a golden glow beyond my grasp. Eons before me, it rested there. It will remain when I am dust. My hand now glows from the embrace. Voices echo through nights past, and with the glow, caress my face. My finger faints from what will last. Alone I am; alone secure;the moon will last when I am gone. A Master set it in its place, to move the tide, refresh the dawn. Unnumbered eyes have felt its rest;have looked upon reflected light. My heart is moved away from pain;I touched the moon last night.

— Craig Froman

I walk the sand alone, and feel it stirring as I roam, upon this breathing earth, where wave on wave begins new birth. I sense a grand facade, where colors paint the hand of God. And in remorseful pain, I dance the stones of bitter strain.

— Craig Froman