The hair of the lightning, and the branches at its edgesForm to me some softly spoken soliloquyTo which there is no one who can resist the sound,Unbou..
It took only a moment to benumbAs you blinked away with eyes, colored absintheA widened grin retrogressed to a lineFeeble. Thin.The scraps scatter-- a..
Your heart is still beating, your fingertips are still warmTrees tower overhead, standing vigil To watch you dance with the world and all its brevity-..
A small earthen sighTakes on the duskAnd while I slip into restMy eyes are open.Hours past in honeyMixes into morning tea.The night screams itself awa..