Welcome,
to my old website. For your reading pleasure and as an archive, I have decided to keep it online. But if you want to see my new website, then please feel free to visit it here:

Bullion Grey
Imaginateur


I live as a transparent,
without eyes, yet, others look through.
In the night, the inside light glow Out, to the velvet dark view.
During day itís anew, with all eyes Looking through. Birds, squirrels, cats and bugs, Along with the loving couple living inside.
I am a square of translucent smooth,
Held in a wood to hold me in glue.
I live as transparent smooth dry or dew,
I am a place to peer in or out,
I am your window, you look through.