You, see the world through the eyes of a child-
One who has contemplated the soft chirping of
The emerald crickets at midnight.
One who gathers the brown leaves of autumn together
...
When I journey on jade grass blades,
They harshly bend beneath my feet,
And though their tips and soil meet-
My footsteps do not make them stay.
...
I had a dream-
A dream that I’d lost you,
Amongst a fog of twisted hate.
And Then, I awake-
...
A northern wind and lighthouse,
Are arguing once more,
Their quarrel seems to be about,
Whom better keeps the shore.
...
Auburn hair
Gently
Genuflects Over
Two pale shoulders-
...
When I see
A writers block,
It's placed
In my collection.
...
Death seemed my servant upon the road,
Where every footstep echoed casually,
And no waylay would come unto my heart-
No frozen peaks of truth,
...
Dark vapor, twisted twilight.
Still nightfall - missing moonlight.
Quaint breeze, sluggish, cold.
Sky line- drooping, droll.
...
I move through your eyes
Like existence to the future
...
The wind wraps
White shadow
Around the rough,
Rocky marrow
...