What are memories but passing
reminders on shattered glass...

Pale shadows fall on spaces
long lost to bitter words...

Fireflies emit post traumatic
notions of existence...

Pardon blood that travels adversely
to the contour of avid growth...

Hopefully the swan might swim tonight
for the murk of the lake creeps in silence...

Muscles quiver & ripple in the ocean
gliding in one sense, drowning in motion...

Pins fall from the depths of thought
left to dry upon the wall leaving...

Meteors rest wearily on ardent plateaus,
yet yearning youthful fire burns deep below...

Every moment wisps of decay
pardon flesh from fleeting breath...

A minute's breath, stepping
on stair steps laden with...

Tear laden drapery hangs
achromatic, drab bells weep...

Do you wonder, ponder even,
that the ghosts of leaves do slumber...