I want to salivate when I see the sun rise to kiss the sky No longer coercing my feet to dance the morning lane I long to down the oxygen surrounding me with gusto Finding a reason to glory in the common things of life Teach me to greet existence with a grateful open heart And I will gather your gift in heaps to keep with me

Reverberations of worry crowd my thoughts My body is shifting by others' unsound accords I cannot still my mind throughout this chaos Acceptance of this reality is futile within me

The clouds rumble low with a soft forbode They don't scare me anymore; I know worse The chill in the air cannot reach my heart Which is far menacing than nature can contrive I long to know the warmth of sunnier seasons Yet, I know I will succumb to the cold within

He quivered in the heavy liquid that pooled in the moonlight Allowing the knife to fall from his hand, jubilant with a ring He did not regret silencing her; his strokes were deliberate In his triumph, he trembled freely with the winter blowing in He left the window open to beckon all the passersby to see

The stars are distantly cold in the night sky As I stand alone in the corner of this world The taste of silver burns within my being I regress into the path others made for me I have lost all that I almost called myself Never to reclaim it amid endless screams

The fields are desolate for any sign of rain Winter killing spirits long since dormant I circumscribe weakened self to the border And I watch helplessly for I cannot ease it

He drew himself away from me, letting go of my hands that were clasped in his. I looked at them hovering in the air as if his touch had not left. He brought his hands to his face, rubbing from his cheeks to his eyes, as if pressing harder would find us a solution. Our hearts seemed to call out to each other as we stood there silent. I already felt his absence as if the plane had already taken him far away from me. The man over the intercom repeated. "Now boarding for flight 207." I looked up at his face. “Please.” He didn't meet my gaze, but frowned as if to hold back tears. “You know I have to go.” I nodded in tur

My starlight mind is a world of wonders ravaged by shards of broken dreams. Others have heaped their desolations upon it to lighten their guilty consciences. And I have lost myself in the abandonment of their grievances, despite my protesting innocence. Still, I search for who I am. Neither here, nor there Rising from a deeper sphere Meaning, always near

Undecided fool Never worrying about Which way the world goes