Behind a blinking twinkle, difference disappears, swirling midst an onyx cave, masked, like moon from sun.

Cloaked in cloud, milky fullness, gleams but is not seen. A silvery shepherd,

Glazed veils, overflow; crack, with surging chills. Briny despair, on the verge of eruption,

Static. White noise. Deafening silence, overflows; trickling webs

Magical silence, frames soulful melody, woeful beauty, endearing refrain. Chills nip my spine,

Morning’s sun, subtly dulled. So perfect does enact such shattered souls. The mist - delicate,

Slipping, slowly, Struggling not to fall into dreaded dreamland. For some; a happy time of fantasy.

Dewy twilight fell outside, transparent breeze crept in, washing over all. Midnight hours swallowed; a shared,

Amidst the woody opalescence; clammy, creeping undergrowth, and stooping heavy boughs, they wait. A gradually growing blanket

You sit and count my freckles. As we lay in dream-filled daze, in dappled shade, beneath a leafy bough. An infinite task in the midst of s…

Day after the longest, lounging to sounds; traffic drone, plucks from strings swelling in the whispering

Twitching instinct snapping clarity, dry eyes dazzled, puzzled; blinking,

Mysterious, midnight messenger, bearing life’s flare, emerging, swooping,

Sundown upon me, meandering amongst them; enchanted, midst the dimness, inveigled by their mighty sway. Whirring winds