Wearily wafting, weightlessly, in buoyant, humid hue; Floating fearlessly, clutched in hazy radiance.

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

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

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

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’s brightest star alights upon… breaking the horizon. He wakes; black mane, tainted auburn, sheening as he snuffles, shuffles,

Tempered breaths, lids sink, sealed, Solid spine, grounded deep. Hubbub hushed,

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

Pearly hue, mottles through, filmy, fitful panes. Cascading its shimmer, silently; fluidly, flooding the room.

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

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

Subdued and moonless, breaks the dawn, delivering the year; boisterous gloom, percussing panes,

Poised to pounce, behind a filmy glaze, a blackness, filled with everything, and nothing.