It dawns like a hammer clap
that shutters the slumber land,
The shadows
and ghosts
...
There is this line
with this side
And that side is yours
...
Shadows of men fall behind them
covering their tracks
taller now, that the day is ending,
soon in darkness
...
Into the steady breeze
sweeping the country,
they spread their wings
and took off
...
Descend upon these hills
like shadows at nightfall,
Knock away this cup i sipping on
of concorted confusions:
...
I want to write a poem
that filters like wind through leaves
whistling past half the world
till to her it whispers
...
Look!
Here it comes again
that silver lining
pregnant with goodies
...
I tell of a tale,
of a paradise lost
before it was found
...